If you have something to say to me, call me right now. I am back from my second week at band camp (jazz week whick was possibly the funnest, bestest week of my life) and in a few hours, after I get some sleep, I'm taking off with my family to Canada til friday. I will probably have my phone, but no computer. I will appresciate calls, but I dont know if our calling plan supports calls in another country. I feel very happy when it feels like I have friends.
I lied. A fairly long note about band camp.
Burton Music Camp is quite possibly the best camp in the world, but its not for everyone. It is most definetly for me though. I think I would call myself a geek in the sense the I enjoy band, I look forward to playing together with people and also because I thouroughly enjoy Shakespeare and other theatrical things as well as being able to understand math and not compleatly despising it. This camp is full of people just like that. (excluding the flutes/slutty vocalists. Theyre just bimbos) I find it really quite interesting. I saw a guy and my thoughts are that hes too cute or that hes an idiot or hes the "cool guy" at his school. But then when I talked to him he started talking about this awesme symphony hes learning and he told me about how music is the life and soul of the world and explained to me why I should never quit the saxophone (he nearly flipped out when I told him this) Its just really weird because before people take out their instruments you think its going to be like school, until you realize that EVERYONE IS A BAND GEEK. It is so incredibly awesome. And most of them like Shakespeare too, the biggest problem is that they all live all over the place. most likely wont see them again, until next year that is. hehehe, 51 more weeks...
The most coolest thing was that my whole cabin(three) was having a whole thing going on with cabin eleven(the boys cabin that was a year older than us). There was a point where they were standing with their shrits off in front of the whole camp with CABIN ELEVEN written on their chests and ♥'S CABIN THREE written on their backs. It was the sweetest thing in the world.
I think thats enough to show you that I enjoyed camp. Especially when originally I was just going to write:
Andrew was there.
But it was fine. Think hard and you may remember him. A hint: He isnt from Short Shakes.
And his older brother was there too. They were both much hotter than last year, they both cut their hair and it no longer looks greasy and gross. His brother, John, was one of the guys in cabin 11. We hung out quite a bit. But hes too much of a player and anti-feminist so there really wasnt anything. I was actually really starting to loathe him by the end of the week. He had a "lesbian" whore. It was nasty. She literally obeyed his every command. She was the sluttiest girl I have ever met. She had crooked teeth and some were missing, her boobs were always popping out and so was her belly. Ugh, I cant believe there are people like her.