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Jul. 25th, 2004 03:27 pmright. well. I'm home, though not really feeling like talking to the outside world much at the moment...all I really feel like doing is talking to my camp friends and writing about what happened at camp.
camp was fun for the most part. we did a lot of just talking and laughing and stuff. played spoons a lot the first few days ("hey Jon, where's the pink pen?")
the music was decent, but there wasn't any one piece that really stuck out as being super hard or whatever. we got to keep our sheet music this year though! I'm seriously gonna frame my copy of Just a Closer Walk.
somehow, it doesn't seem like our group of people is as close-knit this year as it was in the past. it didn't help that everyone split off into couples...Heather and Brian, Allison and Jeff, Justin and Brassie (so cute together!!!!!), Jon and Chelsea...so yeah. it made things weird.
Jon and Chelsea would do well to realize that tonsil hockey is not a spectator sport.
I mean, I still love both of them to death, but seriously. ew.
so much was different about camp this year, and it's not just that Charbs wasn't there. there were more rules, for one thing. and the older girls were stuck in the basement this year, which kinda sucked. except that at least it wasn't hot.
I really did enjoy camp though. the only "bad" part was the angst-inducing properties of the dance this year. it really sucks to be at a dance watching the guy you've had a crush on for 2 years being all kissy-faced with one of your friends.
but a few of us went back to the dorm and had an angst-fest afterwards, so it was slightly easier to deal with. yeah. chocolate, music, and just being away from everyone else helps make things better.
Friday night we didn't get to have our customary crying fest like we usually do on the last night of camp, so that made things harder on Saturday.
Saturday morning, I started crying at around 7 (because I had to take everything off my bed...it was really depressing) and cried on and off throughout the day. as soon as the concert was over, I started bawling and couldn't stop for probably like an hour...all my friends signed my shirt...and I got more hugs than I ever have on one day before.
gah. I want to go back. I miss all my friends. it's funny, I'm closer to them than I am to most of my friends from Davison, but I never get to see them. I fully intend to go to their football games and concerts and stuff as much as possible this year. and I'm going to Betsy's party next week. and Justin says that he's gonna come play DDR with me as soon as he can drive. yay.
camp was fun for the most part. we did a lot of just talking and laughing and stuff. played spoons a lot the first few days ("hey Jon, where's the pink pen?")
the music was decent, but there wasn't any one piece that really stuck out as being super hard or whatever. we got to keep our sheet music this year though! I'm seriously gonna frame my copy of Just a Closer Walk.
somehow, it doesn't seem like our group of people is as close-knit this year as it was in the past. it didn't help that everyone split off into couples...Heather and Brian, Allison and Jeff, Justin and Brassie (so cute together!!!!!), Jon and Chelsea...so yeah. it made things weird.
Jon and Chelsea would do well to realize that tonsil hockey is not a spectator sport.
I mean, I still love both of them to death, but seriously. ew.
so much was different about camp this year, and it's not just that Charbs wasn't there. there were more rules, for one thing. and the older girls were stuck in the basement this year, which kinda sucked. except that at least it wasn't hot.
I really did enjoy camp though. the only "bad" part was the angst-inducing properties of the dance this year. it really sucks to be at a dance watching the guy you've had a crush on for 2 years being all kissy-faced with one of your friends.
but a few of us went back to the dorm and had an angst-fest afterwards, so it was slightly easier to deal with. yeah. chocolate, music, and just being away from everyone else helps make things better.
Friday night we didn't get to have our customary crying fest like we usually do on the last night of camp, so that made things harder on Saturday.
Saturday morning, I started crying at around 7 (because I had to take everything off my bed...it was really depressing) and cried on and off throughout the day. as soon as the concert was over, I started bawling and couldn't stop for probably like an hour...all my friends signed my shirt...and I got more hugs than I ever have on one day before.
gah. I want to go back. I miss all my friends. it's funny, I'm closer to them than I am to most of my friends from Davison, but I never get to see them. I fully intend to go to their football games and concerts and stuff as much as possible this year. and I'm going to Betsy's party next week. and Justin says that he's gonna come play DDR with me as soon as he can drive. yay.
