Summer thus far...
Wow, so it's been a while since I've hit up the livejournal scene. What to talk about... It's about halfway though the summer. Tuesday is the official marking point. Camp. 3 days until the both the end and the beginning of summer.
Yikes. There definitely was much more I wanted to get done during pre-camp summer. 3 days. That's kind of scary. I guess I got some stuff accomplished... I guess I'll just ramble on from where I left off, at the end of the school year.
Miami was amazing. I had so much fun. The weather was perfect the entire time, Abad is still hilarious, and Cold Stone Ice Cream is where I want to spend the rest of my life. I would like to post pictures, but my computer stands in the way of that. Maybe someday.
After Miami, I had absolutely no plans on what I was going to do with the next month and a half. After many "you're working and Mighty Taco and I don't care if you don't want to" (ppph) threats from my mom I finally found a job! It does figure that the summer there's nice weather I find a job, but last summer when it never surpassed 50 degrees, I had plenty fo time on my hands. Yesterday was my last day working downtown with my cousin, Kristin. She's the marketing manager for Quote and a few other bars and restaurants downtown, so I got to be her sort-of assistant. I liked it there, and it made me wonder what the hell I'm doing going back to camp.
Going back to that place is such a double-edged sword. Sometimes I get really excited about it, but then I realize that I might just be looking forward to orientation. So far for me, every other year has been a really fun summer, and if that pattern continues, this one won't be so hot. (although it should be at least warmer than last summer. But that means less Camp-O... damn it...)
The anticpation of a new year of camp is getting to me. I just think of that feeling you always get in your stomach driving up that hill for the first time that summer and the urge you get to yell "stop the car! I can't go up there!" So many people aren't going back that it might be kind of different. Hopefully different can still be fun. Oh man. Lines. Bats. Ropes. But there are also pranks, sneaking out, secret songs. Maybe I'm just not ready to give it up yet. It really wouldn't feel like summer if I wasn't going.
Holy crap, I just did a lot of rambling. Does anyone else get this
pre-camp anxiety?
Today was the "Dinki-Rogers" family reunion. It was interesting. I felt very alone, and was very happy that I now have a real cell phone. Going in there, Tommy and I pinky-promised to be eachother's buddy's the whole time, so we weren't alone but then our cousins Johnny and E.J. who are both about his age started plotting against all of the "jerks who changed their last name from Dinki to Rogers, because they were to wimpy to handle it". It was a worthy cause, so I said he could break the pact and go have some fun climbing on top of garages and aiming water balloons at Rogers'. Tomorrow there will be more Dinki mingling as my mom attempts to enhance her new "suburban mom" image and have everyone over for a cookout. Should be fu... again, interesting.
Next weekend, there's the Wolf Family Reunion, which I am looking forward to. It's crazy that it's been 5 years since the last one. I remember when I was 15, thinking to myself while I was there that the next time we had one of these, I would be 20, and I just kept thinking about how crazy that was and how old I would be and how different I might be. Absolutley nothing's changed. I feel like the same person I was when I was 15.
Here's hoping my computer lets me update sucessfully...
Yikes. There definitely was much more I wanted to get done during pre-camp summer. 3 days. That's kind of scary. I guess I got some stuff accomplished... I guess I'll just ramble on from where I left off, at the end of the school year.
Miami was amazing. I had so much fun. The weather was perfect the entire time, Abad is still hilarious, and Cold Stone Ice Cream is where I want to spend the rest of my life. I would like to post pictures, but my computer stands in the way of that. Maybe someday.
After Miami, I had absolutely no plans on what I was going to do with the next month and a half. After many "you're working and Mighty Taco and I don't care if you don't want to" (ppph) threats from my mom I finally found a job! It does figure that the summer there's nice weather I find a job, but last summer when it never surpassed 50 degrees, I had plenty fo time on my hands. Yesterday was my last day working downtown with my cousin, Kristin. She's the marketing manager for Quote and a few other bars and restaurants downtown, so I got to be her sort-of assistant. I liked it there, and it made me wonder what the hell I'm doing going back to camp.
Going back to that place is such a double-edged sword. Sometimes I get really excited about it, but then I realize that I might just be looking forward to orientation. So far for me, every other year has been a really fun summer, and if that pattern continues, this one won't be so hot. (although it should be at least warmer than last summer. But that means less Camp-O... damn it...)
The anticpation of a new year of camp is getting to me. I just think of that feeling you always get in your stomach driving up that hill for the first time that summer and the urge you get to yell "stop the car! I can't go up there!" So many people aren't going back that it might be kind of different. Hopefully different can still be fun. Oh man. Lines. Bats. Ropes. But there are also pranks, sneaking out, secret songs. Maybe I'm just not ready to give it up yet. It really wouldn't feel like summer if I wasn't going.
Holy crap, I just did a lot of rambling. Does anyone else get this
pre-camp anxiety?
Today was the "Dinki-Rogers" family reunion. It was interesting. I felt very alone, and was very happy that I now have a real cell phone. Going in there, Tommy and I pinky-promised to be eachother's buddy's the whole time, so we weren't alone but then our cousins Johnny and E.J. who are both about his age started plotting against all of the "jerks who changed their last name from Dinki to Rogers, because they were to wimpy to handle it". It was a worthy cause, so I said he could break the pact and go have some fun climbing on top of garages and aiming water balloons at Rogers'. Tomorrow there will be more Dinki mingling as my mom attempts to enhance her new "suburban mom" image and have everyone over for a cookout. Should be fu... again, interesting.
Next weekend, there's the Wolf Family Reunion, which I am looking forward to. It's crazy that it's been 5 years since the last one. I remember when I was 15, thinking to myself while I was there that the next time we had one of these, I would be 20, and I just kept thinking about how crazy that was and how old I would be and how different I might be. Absolutley nothing's changed. I feel like the same person I was when I was 15.
Here's hoping my computer lets me update sucessfully...