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I'm packing for camp right now exciting huh? Part of me is so excited to go to camp; it can't wait to see old friends and do all things that you can only do at camp. The other part doesn't want to go at all; it wants to stay here and hang out with you guys and not miss a thing. But I know I'm going so hopefully I'll have a great time and not miss you guys too much.
I'm excited that I'll be here for a week while Daniel's Spanish guy is here.
So for those of you who I haven't told yet and are fallowing the whole Cyndi-and-my-dad thing here is the latest: Ok so the only reason I'm not flying to camp this year instead of driving is that my dad likes to "bond" with me on the way there because we don't usually get to spend a lot of time together and I'm "not usually bitchy on the way to camp." This would normally be ok, I can spend 5 1/2 hours with my dad in the van on the way to camp, but his year we are going in the small, cramped, little car because it is more fuel efficient. This by itself would have been ok, too. Then I find out that Cyndi is coming with us....... So instead of a nice, comfy, half an hour plane ride with Georgia probably, I get to spend 5 1/2 hours in the back seat of a tiny car, next to all my camp stuff, listening too my dad, who I am not in the best of moods with right now anyway, talking really loudly (because he always does) to a woman who I don't particularly like. Sounds like fun right?
shaun
I'm excited that I'll be here for a week while Daniel's Spanish guy is here.
So for those of you who I haven't told yet and are fallowing the whole Cyndi-and-my-dad thing here is the latest: Ok so the only reason I'm not flying to camp this year instead of driving is that my dad likes to "bond" with me on the way there because we don't usually get to spend a lot of time together and I'm "not usually bitchy on the way to camp." This would normally be ok, I can spend 5 1/2 hours with my dad in the van on the way to camp, but his year we are going in the small, cramped, little car because it is more fuel efficient. This by itself would have been ok, too. Then I find out that Cyndi is coming with us....... So instead of a nice, comfy, half an hour plane ride with Georgia probably, I get to spend 5 1/2 hours in the back seat of a tiny car, next to all my camp stuff, listening too my dad, who I am not in the best of moods with right now anyway, talking really loudly (because he always does) to a woman who I don't particularly like. Sounds like fun right?
shaun