the city lights shine for her, above them i cry for her
you learn to love so quickly and that love stays with you forever. sadly, the same rule applies to loss.
i learned to love 30+ individuals in a matter of 10 days and i have memories and stories and jokes that will last a lifetime. after the second day, i was thinking about last year and how much more fun it seemed compared to SQ '04 and how everything at EMU had changed. just like last year, it took time to feel people out and work myself into a groove. by the end of camp i realized that this year is like last year, only i've changed.
this year, i was called two things i've never been called before: blunt and hot. strange, i know because i always knew that i was very straightforward, it was just i didn't think other people saw it. but most everyone who signed (both of) my notebook(s) at the end of camp said the number 1 thing they liked about me was the fact that i said what was on my mind. i've changed so much since last year, and i know it. i'm more prepared now, and i know what i want. i know who i am and i'm comfortable with being WHO i am in front of others. being at camp this year also reaffirms that i've lead an almost sickeningly normal life.
there were some return summerquest'ers though, to my delight. leeann, bethany, stepanie, dyamond, chrissy, michelle, and phil. every single one of them (minus phil who isn't really a camper at all) was in my "group" and the theatre group had been cut down from 40+ to about 27. which had its upsides and its downsides. you could get to know everyone pretty well, but i already knew about 6 people so, i didn't have to get to know as many people which seemed less fufilling then last year. this years campers were so much more different. there weren't any cliques, but it's not like i noticed cliques last year. but i was told, by more than a few people, that there definetly were cliques. i was also told that the people i hung out with were the people everyone hated and the people that treated others badly. which is funny to me, because i was the one who felt a little bit picked on last year by some short stuck up bitch. i felt bad, like i had some how taken part in people feeling shunned or self-concious but i talked to leeann and she said that i was nice, so that's all that matters.
this year my audition didn't suck. i prepared a monologue from who is harry kellerman... and i sang "one" again. wait -- scratch that... sang isn't the word... belted is more like it. some people were chickens and decided not to sing, but i said i was going to do it, even if i sucked i was going to get on stage, smile, and belt that motherfucker out. i did. i sucked. so what? at least i did it. also, this year i acutally HAD THINGS IN THE SHOW! yes, i did a scene with kristin and i wrote and performed my own personal narrative. but you want to know who kicked everyone else's personal narrative? LEEANN BAUMDRAHER! she wrote this sweet ass narrative called "40 oz magnum" which is about drinking (i think?) and at the end she kicks a paper bag off stage. when she performed it in rehersals the sucker that weighted the bad down shattered against the wall and everyone was like "dang, she's good," and i was all, "DUH!! SHE'S MY SUITEMATE... she's awesome at life!" you rock, girl.
picture time.
oh, and this, on my computer, takes 3 seconds to load. DSL, bitches!
one day at the "lakehouse". from top to bottom: tomas, shane, alex, keith, laura, maxim, gracie, stepanie, andy, kristin, and chrissy.
maxim.
maxim, eating the wonderful eastern eateries pizza.
kristin / annette. "what does por favor mean again?"
sarah a, in quirk's lobby. doesn't she look so pretty?
shane, one of my better friends, performing.
andy, i think is the funniest person alive. he cracks me up no matter what he says.
that's stu. in improv class one of the "rules" he made up was that you couldn't "pimp" your partern or have them make up all the information about the scene. at the beginning of class he goes, "i'm a horrible speller" and writes something on the board, but then someone "pimps" and he goes to the chalk board and writes "no pipping." it was so classic, i had to get a picture.
maxim, doing his best sideshow bob impression.
andy aka the mack daddy. this was STAGED!
i was pissed that a ghost decided to pop up in my picture because this one would have been framed because i like it so much. it's stephanie and leeann at the lakehouse picnic.
that's andy in his rizzide.
orlando bloom... oh and kristin.
miss jai.
miss dyamond.
me, looking like i'm a dumbass, gracie, and maxim. they are in loooooove.
keith... "dancing."
phil... "dancing."
lmfao.
phil's sunglasses broke and he wore one part and stephanie got the glass and tried it out as a monocle.
andy, playing guitar.
andy and fish playing freeze...
maxim taking over for andy...
maxim on top of josh. hey... when you play freeze freaky things happen.
kristin taking a picture.
colleen! she was a gimp with me for a couple of days when my ankle was sprained and her knee was hurt.
top l-r: mijoe, me, maxim, gracie
bottom l-r: chrissy, tomas, shane, laurua, andy
the trio girls: gracie, stephanie, and kristin
me and steph.
even though she wasn't my roomate OR my suitemate she slept in my room (on the floor) for the last 3 days and we had some wonderful heart-to-hearts.
phil and stu singing agony. it can never compare to maxim and andy, though. they sang that in the grand finale and by the end of camp everyone loved it and sang it all the time.
stu's renderings of maxim and andy as mario and luigi.
another picture he drew. he drew me as peach but i autographed it and he took it home :)
this is my group.
top l-r: maxim, stephanie, chrissy, me, jason our leader
bottom: michelle, dyamond, leeann, bethany, sarah
allie and i
mijoe and some girl?
me and delanie another group leader
.
.
.
.
.
it's a reprise! phil and i rule. so much. it hurts sometimes. i'm going to visit him in florida when i get the chance.
sorry that some of those pictures are abnormaly large.
some where taken with a digital camera and others with a disposable so i had to scan some.
INSIDERS YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT BUT WILL READ ANYWAY AND WANT TO KNOW THE STORY:
i don't really want to talk about my sprained ankle except for you have no idea how LOVED i felt when i came back to camp and everyone cared and said "hi, you're back" or "how are you?" and wanted to see my bruise. it did a number on my self-esteem. i had a roomate this year! she snored and had sleep apnea so the first few nights i was on the verge of tears and wanted to shoot myself. but, i slept with the girl group leader delanie one night and by the 5th night i was too tired to care that she snored.
this seems like a lot, but it's not. you'll be hearing more about summerquest... don't worry.
i learned to love 30+ individuals in a matter of 10 days and i have memories and stories and jokes that will last a lifetime. after the second day, i was thinking about last year and how much more fun it seemed compared to SQ '04 and how everything at EMU had changed. just like last year, it took time to feel people out and work myself into a groove. by the end of camp i realized that this year is like last year, only i've changed.
this year, i was called two things i've never been called before: blunt and hot. strange, i know because i always knew that i was very straightforward, it was just i didn't think other people saw it. but most everyone who signed (both of) my notebook(s) at the end of camp said the number 1 thing they liked about me was the fact that i said what was on my mind. i've changed so much since last year, and i know it. i'm more prepared now, and i know what i want. i know who i am and i'm comfortable with being WHO i am in front of others. being at camp this year also reaffirms that i've lead an almost sickeningly normal life.
there were some return summerquest'ers though, to my delight. leeann, bethany, stepanie, dyamond, chrissy, michelle, and phil. every single one of them (minus phil who isn't really a camper at all) was in my "group" and the theatre group had been cut down from 40+ to about 27. which had its upsides and its downsides. you could get to know everyone pretty well, but i already knew about 6 people so, i didn't have to get to know as many people which seemed less fufilling then last year. this years campers were so much more different. there weren't any cliques, but it's not like i noticed cliques last year. but i was told, by more than a few people, that there definetly were cliques. i was also told that the people i hung out with were the people everyone hated and the people that treated others badly. which is funny to me, because i was the one who felt a little bit picked on last year by some short stuck up bitch. i felt bad, like i had some how taken part in people feeling shunned or self-concious but i talked to leeann and she said that i was nice, so that's all that matters.
this year my audition didn't suck. i prepared a monologue from who is harry kellerman... and i sang "one" again. wait -- scratch that... sang isn't the word... belted is more like it. some people were chickens and decided not to sing, but i said i was going to do it, even if i sucked i was going to get on stage, smile, and belt that motherfucker out. i did. i sucked. so what? at least i did it. also, this year i acutally HAD THINGS IN THE SHOW! yes, i did a scene with kristin and i wrote and performed my own personal narrative. but you want to know who kicked everyone else's personal narrative? LEEANN BAUMDRAHER! she wrote this sweet ass narrative called "40 oz magnum" which is about drinking (i think?) and at the end she kicks a paper bag off stage. when she performed it in rehersals the sucker that weighted the bad down shattered against the wall and everyone was like "dang, she's good," and i was all, "DUH!! SHE'S MY SUITEMATE... she's awesome at life!" you rock, girl.
picture time.
oh, and this, on my computer, takes 3 seconds to load. DSL, bitches!
one day at the "lakehouse". from top to bottom: tomas, shane, alex, keith, laura, maxim, gracie, stepanie, andy, kristin, and chrissy.
maxim.
maxim, eating the wonderful eastern eateries pizza.
kristin / annette. "what does por favor mean again?"
sarah a, in quirk's lobby. doesn't she look so pretty?
shane, one of my better friends, performing.
andy, i think is the funniest person alive. he cracks me up no matter what he says.
that's stu. in improv class one of the "rules" he made up was that you couldn't "pimp" your partern or have them make up all the information about the scene. at the beginning of class he goes, "i'm a horrible speller" and writes something on the board, but then someone "pimps" and he goes to the chalk board and writes "no pipping." it was so classic, i had to get a picture.
maxim, doing his best sideshow bob impression.
andy aka the mack daddy. this was STAGED!
i was pissed that a ghost decided to pop up in my picture because this one would have been framed because i like it so much. it's stephanie and leeann at the lakehouse picnic.
that's andy in his rizzide.
orlando bloom... oh and kristin.
miss jai.
miss dyamond.
me, looking like i'm a dumbass, gracie, and maxim. they are in loooooove.
keith... "dancing."
phil... "dancing."
lmfao.
phil's sunglasses broke and he wore one part and stephanie got the glass and tried it out as a monocle.
andy, playing guitar.
andy and fish playing freeze...
maxim taking over for andy...
maxim on top of josh. hey... when you play freeze freaky things happen.
kristin taking a picture.
colleen! she was a gimp with me for a couple of days when my ankle was sprained and her knee was hurt.
top l-r: mijoe, me, maxim, gracie
bottom l-r: chrissy, tomas, shane, laurua, andy
the trio girls: gracie, stephanie, and kristin
me and steph.
even though she wasn't my roomate OR my suitemate she slept in my room (on the floor) for the last 3 days and we had some wonderful heart-to-hearts.
phil and stu singing agony. it can never compare to maxim and andy, though. they sang that in the grand finale and by the end of camp everyone loved it and sang it all the time.
stu's renderings of maxim and andy as mario and luigi.
another picture he drew. he drew me as peach but i autographed it and he took it home :)
this is my group.
top l-r: maxim, stephanie, chrissy, me, jason our leader
bottom: michelle, dyamond, leeann, bethany, sarah
allie and i
mijoe and some girl?
me and delanie another group leader
.
.
.
.
.
it's a reprise! phil and i rule. so much. it hurts sometimes. i'm going to visit him in florida when i get the chance.
sorry that some of those pictures are abnormaly large.
some where taken with a digital camera and others with a disposable so i had to scan some.
INSIDERS YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT BUT WILL READ ANYWAY AND WANT TO KNOW THE STORY:
- andy's dance moves. the anrgy indian, automatic windows, putting it in reverse, ect
- shazam!... it's the bobber bridegroom!
- "I LOVE THE SHOWER!!"
- S+D= <3, i believe
- gina: That is so true!
annette: what does por favor mean again? - NO!! NOT THE CORN CHIP!
- playing "duck, duck, fish" or the other rated X version, "slut, slut, hoe"
- *in a deep, slow voice, and lethargic movemeents* hello, my name is bartholomew quincey stevenson, let me give you my card *reaches for pocket* oops, wrong pocket
- the pom pom of positivity
- nuture vs. nature... GO!
- AH! ITS A LION! RUN!!!!
- ...and i was all "psst... do i draw the penis?"
- casting people as roles in disney movies
- SRAMBLE! (even thought there are only 4 people who are actually aloud to say it, everyone does anyway. stu's cursed for life.)
- "and now, ladies and gentlemen, it's time for another episode of... WHAT'S ON STU'S SHIRT!"
- we got magic fo' yo ass! join me bitch! (why did we make up a whole other song? we don't know)
- andy's eyebrow squeeze and having to get it taped
- "and you're a dumbass but that doesn't make it okay!"
- daddy... missle crisis, daddy!
- the random shoe under the car
- "peef?"
- swedish fish
- stu and i being stubborn motherfuckers and playing the "hey i dont know your name game" for 2 straight days.
- "so, i asked him... what color were his balls?" ... "what color are your balls?"
- WHO THE FUCK BRINGS DUMBELLS TO SUMMER CAMP AND BANGS ON FLOORS WITH THEM AT 2 AM?
i don't really want to talk about my sprained ankle except for you have no idea how LOVED i felt when i came back to camp and everyone cared and said "hi, you're back" or "how are you?" and wanted to see my bruise. it did a number on my self-esteem. i had a roomate this year! she snored and had sleep apnea so the first few nights i was on the verge of tears and wanted to shoot myself. but, i slept with the girl group leader delanie one night and by the 5th night i was too tired to care that she snored.
this seems like a lot, but it's not. you'll be hearing more about summerquest... don't worry.