This post is unrelated to anything and everything
Well, I got a request to update (anon) a few weeks ago (Katie?), but I've been kinda busy/lazy/not really feeling it. But now I am stuck int he computer lab until about a quarter to 3, as I have a feild trip to go on then. (Yes, I get to go on feild trips while I am in college. BOW DOWN IN JEALOUSY.) Well, it's for my nature writing class, and it's a wildlife perserve, so it won't be that interesting, but still!
I supposed I should be outside right now, hovering over the river and describing in explicit detail about the currents and how the leaves make ripples on it's curved surface, but I am a technology whore, damnit. Also, I think I need to vent. I think I needed this last week more than anything, but better late than never.
HI AGAIN EVERYONE!! I am back from Philmont (for those of you who aren't related to me/known me forever/are not someone I've met in real life) which is the largest summer camp in the world - a place of mountian hiking, high adventure activities, and where wildlife roams free over the ranch. Philmont is a ranch. It's full name is Philmont Scout Ranch (we herd SCOUTS. As in BOY SCOUTS XD) and it is a ranch for horses and bison. And then we eat the bison. Yum! (Not the horses though... That's rude!)
I worked there as a backcountry Trading Post manager. I have no idea what the title implies to anyone who doesn't know anything about it, but it's actually more exciting than it probably sounds. At the same time, it is rather monotnous. But being in the middle of FREAKIN NOWHERE in the MOUNTAINS is always a good story. One that I don't feel like telling right now. It's been, what, 3 weeks now? HOLY CRAP I STILL NEED TO DO MY REPORT ON BEING A TPM. *proceeds to procrastinate and be silly*
In other news, uh... I have no idea! Not a lot of excitement going on. At least, not a lot that matters enough to post here, or is any of your business. I mean really. I now know that several people read this and I now really have to watch what I say lest I make things awkward for everyone. JENNY IS A POO FACE. WELP, can't talk to her face to face anymore. Jenny will forever be in self doubt. "Does she really think I'm a poo face? Well, she said so on her LJ, but does she really think that? All these feelings bottled up inside!" *waves to Jenny* YES. I TOTALLY THINK YOU'RE A POO FACE. DEAL WITH IT. *puts on sunglasses*
*I totally left my sunglasses in Denver... CURSES!*
A lot of exciting news happening with other people. At least 2 (maybe 3?)of my friends are now pregnant (one only has 3 weeks left! And I just found out! WHAT.) and a few are getting married, there has been one or two funerals and dramatic hospital trips aaannnddd RELATIONSHIPS! WHOOOO!! (Not. Relationships are hard. They are hard and nobody understands.)
(Lies. Everybody understands, but it's never a mutual understanding.)
(Deep, man.)
(Dude, the ants are cities.)
(*ahem* *cough*)
I always feel like my entries should be these LONG NOVEL-LIKE MONSTROSITIES. You all wouldn't judge me if I only wrote a few sentences, right? Right?
Wait, who the fuck cares what you all think. *obnoxious anime laugh*
ANYWAY. I'm a little high off lack of sleep and COFFEE (!!!!) and maybe a bit a food. So that's why this entry is so weird and monologue oh-look-I-am-writing-my-autobiography-on-a-minimal-privacy-blogging-site-hell-yeah like.
I'm... just gonna go do assigned readings and bother my peers.
I supposed I should be outside right now, hovering over the river and describing in explicit detail about the currents and how the leaves make ripples on it's curved surface, but I am a technology whore, damnit. Also, I think I need to vent. I think I needed this last week more than anything, but better late than never.
HI AGAIN EVERYONE!! I am back from Philmont (for those of you who aren't related to me/known me forever/are not someone I've met in real life) which is the largest summer camp in the world - a place of mountian hiking, high adventure activities, and where wildlife roams free over the ranch. Philmont is a ranch. It's full name is Philmont Scout Ranch (we herd SCOUTS. As in BOY SCOUTS XD) and it is a ranch for horses and bison. And then we eat the bison. Yum! (Not the horses though... That's rude!)
I worked there as a backcountry Trading Post manager. I have no idea what the title implies to anyone who doesn't know anything about it, but it's actually more exciting than it probably sounds. At the same time, it is rather monotnous. But being in the middle of FREAKIN NOWHERE in the MOUNTAINS is always a good story. One that I don't feel like telling right now. It's been, what, 3 weeks now? HOLY CRAP I STILL NEED TO DO MY REPORT ON BEING A TPM. *proceeds to procrastinate and be silly*
In other news, uh... I have no idea! Not a lot of excitement going on. At least, not a lot that matters enough to post here, or is any of your business. I mean really. I now know that several people read this and I now really have to watch what I say lest I make things awkward for everyone. JENNY IS A POO FACE. WELP, can't talk to her face to face anymore. Jenny will forever be in self doubt. "Does she really think I'm a poo face? Well, she said so on her LJ, but does she really think that? All these feelings bottled up inside!" *waves to Jenny* YES. I TOTALLY THINK YOU'RE A POO FACE. DEAL WITH IT. *puts on sunglasses*
*I totally left my sunglasses in Denver... CURSES!*
A lot of exciting news happening with other people. At least 2 (maybe 3?)of my friends are now pregnant (one only has 3 weeks left! And I just found out! WHAT.) and a few are getting married, there has been one or two funerals and dramatic hospital trips aaannnddd RELATIONSHIPS! WHOOOO!! (Not. Relationships are hard. They are hard and nobody understands.)
(Lies. Everybody understands, but it's never a mutual understanding.)
(Deep, man.)
(Dude, the ants are cities.)
(*ahem* *cough*)
I always feel like my entries should be these LONG NOVEL-LIKE MONSTROSITIES. You all wouldn't judge me if I only wrote a few sentences, right? Right?
Wait, who the fuck cares what you all think. *obnoxious anime laugh*
ANYWAY. I'm a little high off lack of sleep and COFFEE (!!!!) and maybe a bit a food. So that's why this entry is so weird and monologue oh-look-I-am-writing-my-autobiography-on-a-minimal-privacy-blogging-site-hell-yeah like.
I'm... just gonna go do assigned readings and bother my peers.