A slightly too energetic/over-tired entry.
Crap on my teeth, crap on my teeth, I hate the feeling of crap on my teeth.
Not ACTUAL crap, you freak! You know how you feel so good brushing and brushing your teeth for like five intense minutes in the morning, and an hour later you eat one little pistachio nut or potato chip or WHATHAVEYOU and suddenly you've got fuzzy yellow jackets on your teeth! What's up with that! And then you really want to brush them again because it feels all dirty, but you're in public, and you've got no tooth-scrubbing devices on you, it's terrible. I've got that feeling right now, except I'm a few steps away from the bathroom. Okay so maybe it's a little different then. But it's still unpleasant! And I've been feeling it all day since lunch! But right after lunch I didn't have time to brush because A)My teeth hadn't actually gotten gross yet and B)I had to head on out to ORIENTATION DAYYY WOOOOO!
It was really quite exciting. I was all pumped to drive 'cause I practiced a quicker Dover route in the morning and I was about to SOLIDIFY it in the early afternoon. It was so much simpler than I thought it would be, so that made me feel great -- plus, I didn't get too lost on the Wellesley College campus! Sure I parked once in admissions and again in a little stone dumpster alleyway, but both times I was relatively close to the correct dorm, so I'd call that a TRIUMPH.
I don't know why I'm so into CAPITAL LETTERSSSS this evening. I guess I'm getting computer-hyperness. It's completely different from actual hyperness because my bodily energy level, or stamina if you will, is in fact pretty low, after an intense day of absorbing a million and one new things about a camp I haven't been to since I was eleven and all these new people and new places and new things and lifting bins and putting them down and performing skits and oh there's the hot guy oh he's not as hot as I remembered but there's the twitchy cute kid but I don't really want the twitchy cute kid because I like MENNN I don't like boys they need some stubbly or somethin to prove their Mahhnlinesss but they don't have to because they're not men and I don't want to be with the twitchy cute kid and I'm in that girl's group who seems nice but I'd rather be with Faith because she's cooler and for some reason I miight secretly like to think of her as a celebrity don't ask me why but it makes life exciting and I have to stay late on Mondays but not on Thursdays but remember Wednesdays I have those meetings on Wednesdays and I'm going to do a lot of drawings of Voldemort in every-day situations and I wanted to host another festival activity but there wasn't space alas there's always next time I wonder if I signed up for the Daily Double cuz the counselor of that class always FREAKED me out that little intimidating bald man and speaking of older men there's Dick of Dick's one-a-day art vitamin that I'll be around every morning first period oh joy well whatever it'll be fun Tom's weird it's weird not being in an art class with him but he's still here and that guy looks familiar THE END.
ANYWAYS,
Orientation was nice. Now I'm ACTUALLY hyper. I was just rolling around on the bed singing in a creepy super-high strained voice "My Country 'Tis Of The". What's the actual title of that song? I don't even remember the whole thing. How sad is that? It was my favorite of the patriotic songs we were forced to sing in elementary school.
Myyyy cooountryy tizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzofthee
Sweeet laaand of liiiiiiiiiiiiiibtery
Of
The
I
Sing.
LAAAAAAAAAND WHERE MY FAAAAAAAAAAATHERS cried/died?
LAAAAAAAAAND WHERE THE CHIIIIIIIIIIIIILDREN hide?
From eeeeeeeeevryyyy mOooooountainside
Something
Some
thing
Somethingggggg.
With that last line, I keep singing in my head "God save the queen", but we don't HAVE a queen so that's a bit problematic. You can tell how dedicatedly patriotic I am.
The "tizzzzzzzzzzzofthee" was always the most fun part of the song. Ah good times.
I'm going to go find my sister to see if we can FINALLY watch
George
George
George of the JunGLE
Strong as he can be
George
George
George of the JunGLE
WATCHOUTFORTHATTREE
Oh god I am so HYPER RIGHT NOW I'm like a little KID! Asdklhgaksjgdh;asdkma;ha;uwrha;sfaksmhfgaf
Except not like a little kid because I've been watching too much of hotsexypantsslightlyandrogenousbritishcomediangetinmepantiesman. Ohhhdearohdear.
Tomorrow I have to be there at NINE, oh bejangles I'll have to wake up at...
*counts*
...
SEVEN THIRTY.
Drat.
Alas.
It will be fun.
No more bins.
I hope.
I have to pee.
And now I'm back.
But I didn't pee, I just watched television.
Sobye!
Not ACTUAL crap, you freak! You know how you feel so good brushing and brushing your teeth for like five intense minutes in the morning, and an hour later you eat one little pistachio nut or potato chip or WHATHAVEYOU and suddenly you've got fuzzy yellow jackets on your teeth! What's up with that! And then you really want to brush them again because it feels all dirty, but you're in public, and you've got no tooth-scrubbing devices on you, it's terrible. I've got that feeling right now, except I'm a few steps away from the bathroom. Okay so maybe it's a little different then. But it's still unpleasant! And I've been feeling it all day since lunch! But right after lunch I didn't have time to brush because A)My teeth hadn't actually gotten gross yet and B)I had to head on out to ORIENTATION DAYYY WOOOOO!
It was really quite exciting. I was all pumped to drive 'cause I practiced a quicker Dover route in the morning and I was about to SOLIDIFY it in the early afternoon. It was so much simpler than I thought it would be, so that made me feel great -- plus, I didn't get too lost on the Wellesley College campus! Sure I parked once in admissions and again in a little stone dumpster alleyway, but both times I was relatively close to the correct dorm, so I'd call that a TRIUMPH.
I don't know why I'm so into CAPITAL LETTERSSSS this evening. I guess I'm getting computer-hyperness. It's completely different from actual hyperness because my bodily energy level, or stamina if you will, is in fact pretty low, after an intense day of absorbing a million and one new things about a camp I haven't been to since I was eleven and all these new people and new places and new things and lifting bins and putting them down and performing skits and oh there's the hot guy oh he's not as hot as I remembered but there's the twitchy cute kid but I don't really want the twitchy cute kid because I like MENNN I don't like boys they need some stubbly or somethin to prove their Mahhnlinesss but they don't have to because they're not men and I don't want to be with the twitchy cute kid and I'm in that girl's group who seems nice but I'd rather be with Faith because she's cooler and for some reason I miight secretly like to think of her as a celebrity don't ask me why but it makes life exciting and I have to stay late on Mondays but not on Thursdays but remember Wednesdays I have those meetings on Wednesdays and I'm going to do a lot of drawings of Voldemort in every-day situations and I wanted to host another festival activity but there wasn't space alas there's always next time I wonder if I signed up for the Daily Double cuz the counselor of that class always FREAKED me out that little intimidating bald man and speaking of older men there's Dick of Dick's one-a-day art vitamin that I'll be around every morning first period oh joy well whatever it'll be fun Tom's weird it's weird not being in an art class with him but he's still here and that guy looks familiar THE END.
ANYWAYS,
Orientation was nice. Now I'm ACTUALLY hyper. I was just rolling around on the bed singing in a creepy super-high strained voice "My Country 'Tis Of The". What's the actual title of that song? I don't even remember the whole thing. How sad is that? It was my favorite of the patriotic songs we were forced to sing in elementary school.
Myyyy cooountryy tizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzofthee
Sweeet laaand of liiiiiiiiiiiiiibtery
Of
The
I
Sing.
LAAAAAAAAAND WHERE MY FAAAAAAAAAAATHERS cried/died?
LAAAAAAAAAND WHERE THE CHIIIIIIIIIIIIILDREN hide?
From eeeeeeeeevryyyy mOooooountainside
Something
Some
thing
Somethingggggg.
With that last line, I keep singing in my head "God save the queen", but we don't HAVE a queen so that's a bit problematic. You can tell how dedicatedly patriotic I am.
The "tizzzzzzzzzzzofthee" was always the most fun part of the song. Ah good times.
I'm going to go find my sister to see if we can FINALLY watch
George
George
George of the JunGLE
Strong as he can be
George
George
George of the JunGLE
WATCHOUTFORTHATTREE
Oh god I am so HYPER RIGHT NOW I'm like a little KID! Asdklhgaksjgdh;asdkma;ha;uwrha;sfaksmhfgaf
Except not like a little kid because I've been watching too much of hotsexypantsslightlyandrogenousbritishcomediangetinmepantiesman. Ohhhdearohdear.
Tomorrow I have to be there at NINE, oh bejangles I'll have to wake up at...
*counts*
...
SEVEN THIRTY.
Drat.
Alas.
It will be fun.
No more bins.
I hope.
I have to pee.
And now I'm back.
But I didn't pee, I just watched television.
Sobye!