i miss camp!
I got home from camp a few minutes ago.
It was an awesome experience. Better than last year. And that's hard to do.
Putting aside the sweaty six and a half hours of soccer we were forced to play every day, we (meaning: Kris, Jess, Katie, Mel, Meels, and I) spent most of the time
- stuffing towels in the pockets during pool so we wouldn't have to pay for our next game.
- getting Coach to take us to Wawa or McDonalds at 11.
- realizing that Emilija is taller than me. :(
- getting the Froshies yelled at for running around with their video camera.
- reminding Jess to stop saying "dude" by saying "sweet" every time she did.
- watching South Park, Summerland, and I Love the 90s during our breaks.
- putting Kris's shoe on an elevator.
- watching Katie get farted on by Ana because she wanted her seat.
- making Kris's name DeMarco from now on. And Jess's name Levin. And my name MJ?
- cramming ourselves into the revolving door. Our record was five at a time with our soccer bags.
- not being freshmen anymore.
- (Katie) making me call Kris and Jess every morning in my groggiest voice to see if they were up yet. And then getting them pissed at me. (Thanks, Katie.)
- teaching my retarded friends how to play Asshole.
- telling Mel to speak up when her finger is stuck in the van door.
- listening to Franz 938461356189571 times.
- going under and behind the pinball games.
- having Kris remind me that the guys downstairs playing pool are NOT hot. (Okay, fine. But their asses were.)
- torturing Albie. (He called Kris "the blond"!)
- eating way too much.
- wrapping blisters. (Katie and Kris.)
- cramming too many sweaty bodies into the van to take us back to the hotel. The van fits: 14. We fit: 23.
Kris said some good stuff the day we had enough energy to be hyper while we played pool:
(Camera flash.)
Kris: JESUS!
Me: Loser.
(Pointing at me with her cue about two inches from my face.)
Kris: Are you a loser with one eye? Because you're about to be one.
Kris: Jess, you're a loser. With a capital L-O-S-E...and a lowercase R because that's how stupid you are.
Yeah, guess ya had to be there.
It was great.
It was an awesome experience. Better than last year. And that's hard to do.
Putting aside the sweaty six and a half hours of soccer we were forced to play every day, we (meaning: Kris, Jess, Katie, Mel, Meels, and I) spent most of the time
- stuffing towels in the pockets during pool so we wouldn't have to pay for our next game.
- getting Coach to take us to Wawa or McDonalds at 11.
- realizing that Emilija is taller than me. :(
- getting the Froshies yelled at for running around with their video camera.
- reminding Jess to stop saying "dude" by saying "sweet" every time she did.
- watching South Park, Summerland, and I Love the 90s during our breaks.
- putting Kris's shoe on an elevator.
- watching Katie get farted on by Ana because she wanted her seat.
- making Kris's name DeMarco from now on. And Jess's name Levin. And my name MJ?
- cramming ourselves into the revolving door. Our record was five at a time with our soccer bags.
- not being freshmen anymore.
- (Katie) making me call Kris and Jess every morning in my groggiest voice to see if they were up yet. And then getting them pissed at me. (Thanks, Katie.)
- teaching my retarded friends how to play Asshole.
- telling Mel to speak up when her finger is stuck in the van door.
- listening to Franz 938461356189571 times.
- going under and behind the pinball games.
- having Kris remind me that the guys downstairs playing pool are NOT hot. (Okay, fine. But their asses were.)
- torturing Albie. (He called Kris "the blond"!)
- eating way too much.
- wrapping blisters. (Katie and Kris.)
- cramming too many sweaty bodies into the van to take us back to the hotel. The van fits: 14. We fit: 23.
Kris said some good stuff the day we had enough energy to be hyper while we played pool:
(Camera flash.)
Kris: JESUS!
Me: Loser.
(Pointing at me with her cue about two inches from my face.)
Kris: Are you a loser with one eye? Because you're about to be one.
Kris: Jess, you're a loser. With a capital L-O-S-E...and a lowercase R because that's how stupid you are.
Yeah, guess ya had to be there.
It was great.