Also, today I had (very brief) conversations with both
Forest Whitaker and
Kevin Smith. Granted, I spent a lot more time with their respective children, but still, it was neat.
It's show week at camp. Three days (and nights) down, one to go, but tomorrow's sure to be a lot of work. I'm making friends with more campers, getting annoyed with more teachers, and getting really fucking tired of teenage boys, but that's just the way it goes. There are other perks, too, like the new friends and the money.
I'm also unintentionally letting my house run to shit, for which I feel really bad, especially since I'll actually be around when my mother gets home. I'm not messy or anything, it's not like that, it's just... I don't know how to run a house. There are little things no one ever taught me. I just don't know what to do.
But then, it's been seeming recently that I'm just generally pretty lost right now...