Okay, every year since I was born my family (my entire family) has rented out a family camp for my birthday. Granted, they do it in August after every one else has had their own camp experience and do you want to know what the camp's called?

CAMP. BARTON.

Hahaha! So here I am, riding the bus with a bunch of weird folks when I start giggling like an idiot thinking about Hawkeye. Honestly? They have archery there and I'm sort of half hoping Renner's there giving lessons (though in my rational science mind that that is NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE. Nearly). Trufax. So I'm excited, sue me.

RENNER BBY, ILY.

xoxo, some weird spaz on a bus