A Summer Camp Recap
There's really not much to be said about Camp Lohikan this past year. I met a lot of great people, had some fun, hated my job, had great kids, had a great co-counselor... That basically summed up most of the summer. The worst part about camp though wasn't the fact that my job sucked, it was the relationship. I've never been treated worse in my entire life.
Meh, I'm at school now. Band camp started today with "Leadership Day." Basically an excuse for me to move in early... but they also made me attend meetings and march because I'm Student Show Coordinator. My room is pretty decent this year. It's bigger than last year, and in a completely new location for me. I'm happy. Speaking of happy, Happy Jack, my fish from last year, survived the summer! That's exciting.
So to close this post, I'll include the lyrics to a parody song I did to explain the summer relationship. It's set to the tune of Kenny Chesney's "There's Something Sexy About the Rain" and the song just represents my feelings throughout the summer. I kind of wish that it weren't already a song, because I really like the lyrics (they remind me of an original country song). Well here they are:
There's something sexy about the pain
She said as I came crumbling down
She enjoys the kisses on her skin
From someone else when I'm not around
At my little summer camp
Is where she played her little games
Where she lied and where she found
There's something sexy about the pain
And sometimes she played all night
Found a crowd and she'd work it
And then we'd have a fight
They told me I should leave her
And she said, "In me, you can trust."
And boy, did I misread her.
Her stories were in a cloud of dust.
I only knew her for a season
And the only truth is in her name
The rest of her actions were freezin'
Because there's something sexy about the pain
And sometimes when I see her around
I just want to be her friend
But once again she lets me down
Reminds me of the way I was treated
Cheated, Used and All the Pain
And though I dare repeat it
There's something sexy about the pain
And all the others, they had pity
Because honestly, I didn't know
I had faith, but was treated sh**ty
She said cared, but it didn't show
"There's something sexy about the pain"
I joke as I'm leaving town
I'm pissed this is where it ends
My opinions left upon the ground
At my little summer camp
It really is such a shame
That I just wanted a friend who cared
And instead got all this pain.
Adios.
Meh, I'm at school now. Band camp started today with "Leadership Day." Basically an excuse for me to move in early... but they also made me attend meetings and march because I'm Student Show Coordinator. My room is pretty decent this year. It's bigger than last year, and in a completely new location for me. I'm happy. Speaking of happy, Happy Jack, my fish from last year, survived the summer! That's exciting.
So to close this post, I'll include the lyrics to a parody song I did to explain the summer relationship. It's set to the tune of Kenny Chesney's "There's Something Sexy About the Rain" and the song just represents my feelings throughout the summer. I kind of wish that it weren't already a song, because I really like the lyrics (they remind me of an original country song). Well here they are:
There's something sexy about the pain
She said as I came crumbling down
She enjoys the kisses on her skin
From someone else when I'm not around
At my little summer camp
Is where she played her little games
Where she lied and where she found
There's something sexy about the pain
And sometimes she played all night
Found a crowd and she'd work it
And then we'd have a fight
They told me I should leave her
And she said, "In me, you can trust."
And boy, did I misread her.
Her stories were in a cloud of dust.
I only knew her for a season
And the only truth is in her name
The rest of her actions were freezin'
Because there's something sexy about the pain
And sometimes when I see her around
I just want to be her friend
But once again she lets me down
Reminds me of the way I was treated
Cheated, Used and All the Pain
And though I dare repeat it
There's something sexy about the pain
And all the others, they had pity
Because honestly, I didn't know
I had faith, but was treated sh**ty
She said cared, but it didn't show
"There's something sexy about the pain"
I joke as I'm leaving town
I'm pissed this is where it ends
My opinions left upon the ground
At my little summer camp
It really is such a shame
That I just wanted a friend who cared
And instead got all this pain.
Adios.