I posted about this on my
blog, but I feel like ranting again.
We have to ready and packed in two and a half hours. I already feel deprived and dying. So far, the only thing I've worked it is the number of CDs I'll be bringing and that I need TONS of batteries for the discman. And books -- I'm going to try and get away from any of the fucked up activities we'll be having -- like that celebrity night where we have to go on costume. I am still uber pissed off we have to have that. Merde.
I will never ever ever participate in anything camp or retreat related activities that our church will organize. I don't care if the hottest guy in church will be there.
Fuck, I feel like running away to wherever.