Summer's been busier, and more fun than I thought it'd be.  But I have all this QB and AP work to catch up on.  And hockey mileage to put in.  Oh, and planning for AugNo.  So much to do, and I'm on vacation instead...

I'm camping with someone who speaks Spanish.  Maybe I'll brush up on my skills (what skills?).

It's supposed to rain part of the week.

However, I get to go home at least a day early.

Oh, and this whole trip isn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be.

No, Samantha, this is not a pre-set post.  As you can tell by my facebook, I have creepy access to internet all the time.

On a side note, I feel like playing sardines at IKEA.  And shopping.  I need office furniture, dammit. Too bad Mackinaw Island has no IKEA.  Shame.

There are Diseases, You Know

John Green should write a new novel: "An Abundance of Cool."  Because Bianka and I are just that.  So completely awesome.   You know why we are?  Because we go to B-Dubs.  And you know why else?  Because we go to the library afterwards.

And because we are currently talking.  Via facebook chat.  Yet, next to each other.  Well, we are at the library after all.  You're supposed to be quiet in here.  So, SHHHHH!!!

Bianka and I will be going for ice cream too, at some point.  She just doesn't know it yet, apparently.  Or maybe we'll go for a run.  Well, Axel and I will.  She'll just sit and watch, because that's what she'll do.  I prefer to run with a eight-inch metal rod over a person any day.  Well...maybe not.  I'm not sure if Axel is really much of a talker.  Maybe Bianka knows.  They're attached at the hip!  (Not exactly, more like the spine.)

So...I've Come Crawling Back

Somehow, I guess I miss blogging. Making mental notes of things that I would say blogging, but not actually type them out has been difficult. So, I'm back.

School's out. And I feel similar to what Emaline said. Or I think what she said. I was in school just a couple days ago. But I'm determined to make this one of my favorite summers. It's the first one that I can drive, and therefore, I'm automatically busier. It's awesome. But I do have QB stuff to do at some point. Ugh.

I actually have a lot of summer stuff to do. Read books for Lit, keep a sketchbook/do projects for Studio, and read some stuff for APUSH. I may be crazy for taking APUSH, but I am.

Despite some crazy shit bouncing around in my personal life (which, of course, most of the world knows about), I feel good. It's summer. I'm headed to Yellowstone. And I have a bag of brand new art supplies calling my name

And So It Ends...

Yeah, summer is almost over. But I've been pretty much feeling like I should be back at school anyways since it's so late compared to normal.

I'll be honest, I've been dreading junior year. And then I started my summer reading and such. It's actually doable! Granted, I may fail all my classes, but at least I won't fail them because I couldn't do it. But then what would I fail them for...? Hmm...maybe pulling a Columbine? I'd rather not, I don't feel depressed.

Things are good actually. Life is pretty fabulous. I'm going to need to stop going to bed really late, but I'll adjust. Considering where things were a year ago, well anything can be better than that.

So is it bad to say that I'm excited for school? Yeah, I'd love a couple more weeks of summer, but I kinda want to learn again. Even math. That's crazy, right?

I'm a little scared about failing things, but at the same time, I'm ready to prepare myself wrong. Surely I can at least get a D in AP Euro...

What Exactly One Does At Camp

So everytime a person (usually an adult) finds out about my summer camp, the following question proceeds. "Oh, so what do/did you do there?" I find this question stupid. Most adults know what goes on at summer camp. Swimming, playing games, doing arts and crafts, etc. So that's what I tell them.

Of course, that's not all that happens at camp. But it's the only part we can tell the adults about without them getting concerned.

I can't mention the thrill of successfully pantsing my counselor. Or seeing the cute twelve year old couples slow dancing awkwardly and sharing a blanket at campfires. My first time hoof picking a horse's back hooves. Twisting my ankle three times in a week, but being able to claim being the only person to play Misson Impossible on crutches.

What I really did at camp this summer?

• Have feasts in the cabin despite the fact we aren't supposed to have food in the cabin.
• Play crazy card games that involve dead dictators.
• Discussing the best make out spots in camp. (the walk in refrigeration room, anyone?)
• Making jokes about your mother
• Taking pictures that you wouldn't want your grandmother to see
• Ranting about religion and politics and why Americans can be dumbasses
• Pants people
• Be pantsed.
• Twist my ankle three times
• Bitching about who has to scoop ice cream
• Going to see the new HP movie
  
• Five way spooning at campfire.
• Be generally perverted and inappropriate 24/7
  

From now on, adults who ask me what I did at camp, I will simply refer them to this blog entry. Then again, maybe not, as I will be considered a bit of a pervert. Oh well. Lying works too.

Happiness

To be free of burden is wonderful. To be free of everything is tragic.

I feel wonderful.

I feel like that crazy chick that thinks she can fly. Does anyone care to join me?

Late Nights

I've heard it many time before that nothing can happen after [insert time here] at night. But I adore those late nights. The time I get to myself in the wee hours of the morning are when some of my favorite books have be devoured, when sketchbooks have been finished, when crazy dreaming occurs.

The exhausted day that follows is a reminder of just how good it was. It's one of the few naughty things in my life, stealing those hours for myself.

Of all the bad decisions I've made, and absurd things I've said, I sound like a nutty person. And this entry may be additional proof, since it's after 1:30 AM.

(Andrea, I know you hate Facebook, but you're in some recent pictures if you'd like to see them, lemme know.)

This Long Weekend

This weekend marks the unofficial beginning of summer, but I'm pretty sure it started long ago to many people, just like myself.

And I say a lot that this summer holds possibilities. This weekend does too. And I've already mentioned many of them.

But with my pink streaked, powerwashing self attempts putt-putt and reunits with family members this weekend, I hope everyone has a good one. Because I hope to.

Some of this weekend may impact parts of my life forever. Let's hope it's not that damn dramatic.

Happy Memorial Weekend/Start of Summer!