update
wow, i haven't posted in awhile...
anyways, work has started (starting in on the 4th week now) and i've already suffered a hysterical breakdown. these kids are absolutely ridiculous. i seriously have no clue where they learn this obnoxious and gross behavior. we have 19 kids and 3 counselors. the large majority of these kids have serious ADD issues (but since every active person is diagnosed with ADD nowadays, perhaps its safer to say that they do not possess any ears or hearing devices or comprehension of instruction devices at all). there ARE however, attractive people working at my camp. and i will not say who for the interest of my dignity, but theyre cute/hot. but apparant issues and debates have arisen over the drug addled state of one, the potential metrosexuality bordering on homosexualityh of another (resulting in me lusting after a gay man...why must they be so hot?) and the engaged status of yet another, and to bring up the end of the line, the one who has become the most alluring to me, but is slightly sketchy with a soul patch and who might have a girlfriend and who spends an inordinate amount of time with the potentially flaming bundle of cuteness. but i strive onwards!
quick reference:
a = drug addled
m = engaged
r = possible blip on the malfunctioning gaydar
b = soul patch
continuing onwards...
i got a new laptop which gave me problems from the getgo. it wont connect to the network in my house even though i can use the internet. on the bright side, i can also steal internet access from the people next door and i believe across the street. awesome.
on friday, somehow at least half of our kids ended up crying at some point. including me, but i cried because i couldnt stop laughing. due to the fact that our kids wouldnt shut up and i realized that i would probably never make it home because we werent going to leave for the playground until everyone was quiet...and at that moment, all the exhaustion, anger, resentment, frustration and hysteria crashed down and the whole situation became hilarious. i thought i was going to die because i could barely speak, or breathe for laughing.
the long awaited europe update (although i'm sure all the stories have come out from others anyways):
ok so i've been quite mum about it. but that's because in terms of the interesting stories (ie the men), i had been still slightly embarressed of what happened. but no more. i am a liberated woman. err...im not really sure why im a liberated woman because of this, but i liked declaring that.
#1 - london - night out #1 - mari sees bright lights in the distance and goes "ooo lights! let's go to them!" so we walk down a street towards these lights (we were looking for a cool club/bar) and suddenly, in a shop window we see a picture of two men in the shower together seductively caressing and posing with the shower head. and then in the doorway of the brightly lit club ahead, stands the bouncer. a mohawked, pierced in every possible place adrogynous man, sporting suspenders and tight black shorts and copious amounts of black eyeliner, balanced on a sky high pair of platform boots. yeah...um...where are we?! suddenly this guy in his 50s prob in a suit pops up and goes "are you looking for a gay or straight club?" we respond "straightt" and he pips "oh well follow me!" and proceeds to speed walk us down all these alleyways and streets, past lit up signs advertising "peep shows!" "live dancers!" all the while ranting about how they should put up rainbow flags for us americans. and he gets us to this place, soho lounge, and gets us in through the door and then that was that. being broke-ish, we had to share sex on the beaches. and the lounge was shitty. it was like being at a party where everyone else knows each other and youre the awkward crasher. although there was this dude who kept making eye contact with me. but then again when i looked over later he was enthusiastically hugging some dude and then they disappeared into a corner.
#2 - random 2 dudes accost nora and ashy and make us play some random game where the other person has to guess what famous person we picked in secret. they weren't a big fan of my suggestion (moses...story on HIM next). but all they wanted us for was so they could get into a club (its harder for guys to get in w/o girls)
#3 - MOSES THE LOVE OF MY LIFE
moses (aka martin) was the front desk guy at our hotel in london. he was absolutely adorable. everytime i saw him, i wanted to deflower him and then spend days on end making sweet love to him in a breezy cottage in the south of france. he was pretty young too, prob 21-22. anyways, the first time me and mari saw him, we only saw that his name started with an "m". so mari suggested maybe his name was matt and i said "maybe it's moses!" and moses he became. there was also harrieta (real name god only knows), but we didnt see him that often. i went down and saw moses at every chance i could. actually, all the workers at the hotel were hot. the ice man was hot. the people working at the business center were hot. it was like hot hotel central. it was also a business hotel so we were just a little out of place.
#4 - the law school kids
bunch of american law school kids we met. they were awesomely cool and fun. not attractive but nonetheless. unfortunately, the one was talking to kept trying to explain why he hadnt bought me a drink because he said it carried certain underlying meanings but he thought i was really cool and wanted to get to know me a lot better without having me think he was just trying to get me drunk and in my pants (not that i wasnt already drunk, which made listening to him very difficult). anyways, he just kept talking and talking. hahaha and there was this awkward dude chauncey who looked like napolean dynamite (i have to say i take all credit for his new nickname). ashy and mari ran into some of them again the next night when me and nora stayed in sick.
#5 - one night we saw people trying to get into this party so we joined with them. and they were all like "do you know shelley miles?" and we were like..."sure we do" and so we got into this place where someone was having a party and then we found out there was a cover of 10 quid and we were like...uhhh maybe not and the manager type dude flipped out and yelled something about it being a west end club so we split
#6 - paris, france
first night out in duplex, JONATHAN. whose phone # i still have. hot 19 year old soccer player. no action but i made a friend! i spent the whole night talking to him IN FRENCH. discovered that my french is infinitely and superbly better and grammatically correcter when im intoxicated. now i know why mrs massey had her little flask all the time in french class.
#7 - tony and john lima - two americans we met on the eurostar who were staying near the louvre. we met up with them after a failed clubbing night. ended up hanging out in their hotel room clearing out the minibar. got back around 4 am and then got up before 7 am to take ashy to the airport so she catch her flight home. that was torture. john was hot. i think he goes to ohio state
#7 - terry's first night with us. back at duplex. me and mari have discovered at this point that it is very hard to make us drunk. night started with what i remember generous shots of vodka, plenty of desperados and smirnoff ice. it was chaos. terry was falling over before we even made it to the club. mass dancing and chaos. here is where the accounts get fuzzy. i am no longer ashamed to admit that i set the record for now and forever more of hooking up with 4 people in one night. i cant remember what any of them look like, but supposedly #2 was bad looking. apparantly #1 was short, black, had a mustache and looked about 40. i really don't think he was forty, but 3 against 1 is hard to beat, but then again at that time, i think none of us were particularly reliable. #3 picked me up (literally, i mean in the air) while we were dancing and then followed me to the bathroom where terry and nora wandered in and terry had to be picked up off the floor. #4 i have no recollection at all except that i think his shirt was blue. nora found 2 men. mari disappeared and was found later with some hot guy on a lounge sofa thing. and terry was trying to communicate with random people who came and went and come to think of it, im not sure what she did. although the next night (even though i wasnt there) she hooked up with a 15 year old named tibault with "interesting" kissing technique (ie none). nora met a belgian named pierre.
OTHERWISE ON TO MORE IMPORTANT THINGS:
the culture in europe seemed so much more...multifaceted than it does here. there was so many things that played into the vibe i felt that i wanted to stay there forever and try and tap into it and become a part of it. it was amazing. and doing it all on our own was experience.
well its late and i must work at the aquarium tomorrow and then meet harls for lunch. plus im itchy from bug bites galore.
pip pip
anyways, work has started (starting in on the 4th week now) and i've already suffered a hysterical breakdown. these kids are absolutely ridiculous. i seriously have no clue where they learn this obnoxious and gross behavior. we have 19 kids and 3 counselors. the large majority of these kids have serious ADD issues (but since every active person is diagnosed with ADD nowadays, perhaps its safer to say that they do not possess any ears or hearing devices or comprehension of instruction devices at all). there ARE however, attractive people working at my camp. and i will not say who for the interest of my dignity, but theyre cute/hot. but apparant issues and debates have arisen over the drug addled state of one, the potential metrosexuality bordering on homosexualityh of another (resulting in me lusting after a gay man...why must they be so hot?) and the engaged status of yet another, and to bring up the end of the line, the one who has become the most alluring to me, but is slightly sketchy with a soul patch and who might have a girlfriend and who spends an inordinate amount of time with the potentially flaming bundle of cuteness. but i strive onwards!
quick reference:
a = drug addled
m = engaged
r = possible blip on the malfunctioning gaydar
b = soul patch
continuing onwards...
i got a new laptop which gave me problems from the getgo. it wont connect to the network in my house even though i can use the internet. on the bright side, i can also steal internet access from the people next door and i believe across the street. awesome.
on friday, somehow at least half of our kids ended up crying at some point. including me, but i cried because i couldnt stop laughing. due to the fact that our kids wouldnt shut up and i realized that i would probably never make it home because we werent going to leave for the playground until everyone was quiet...and at that moment, all the exhaustion, anger, resentment, frustration and hysteria crashed down and the whole situation became hilarious. i thought i was going to die because i could barely speak, or breathe for laughing.
the long awaited europe update (although i'm sure all the stories have come out from others anyways):
ok so i've been quite mum about it. but that's because in terms of the interesting stories (ie the men), i had been still slightly embarressed of what happened. but no more. i am a liberated woman. err...im not really sure why im a liberated woman because of this, but i liked declaring that.
#1 - london - night out #1 - mari sees bright lights in the distance and goes "ooo lights! let's go to them!" so we walk down a street towards these lights (we were looking for a cool club/bar) and suddenly, in a shop window we see a picture of two men in the shower together seductively caressing and posing with the shower head. and then in the doorway of the brightly lit club ahead, stands the bouncer. a mohawked, pierced in every possible place adrogynous man, sporting suspenders and tight black shorts and copious amounts of black eyeliner, balanced on a sky high pair of platform boots. yeah...um...where are we?! suddenly this guy in his 50s prob in a suit pops up and goes "are you looking for a gay or straight club?" we respond "straightt" and he pips "oh well follow me!" and proceeds to speed walk us down all these alleyways and streets, past lit up signs advertising "peep shows!" "live dancers!" all the while ranting about how they should put up rainbow flags for us americans. and he gets us to this place, soho lounge, and gets us in through the door and then that was that. being broke-ish, we had to share sex on the beaches. and the lounge was shitty. it was like being at a party where everyone else knows each other and youre the awkward crasher. although there was this dude who kept making eye contact with me. but then again when i looked over later he was enthusiastically hugging some dude and then they disappeared into a corner.
#2 - random 2 dudes accost nora and ashy and make us play some random game where the other person has to guess what famous person we picked in secret. they weren't a big fan of my suggestion (moses...story on HIM next). but all they wanted us for was so they could get into a club (its harder for guys to get in w/o girls)
#3 - MOSES THE LOVE OF MY LIFE
moses (aka martin) was the front desk guy at our hotel in london. he was absolutely adorable. everytime i saw him, i wanted to deflower him and then spend days on end making sweet love to him in a breezy cottage in the south of france. he was pretty young too, prob 21-22. anyways, the first time me and mari saw him, we only saw that his name started with an "m". so mari suggested maybe his name was matt and i said "maybe it's moses!" and moses he became. there was also harrieta (real name god only knows), but we didnt see him that often. i went down and saw moses at every chance i could. actually, all the workers at the hotel were hot. the ice man was hot. the people working at the business center were hot. it was like hot hotel central. it was also a business hotel so we were just a little out of place.
#4 - the law school kids
bunch of american law school kids we met. they were awesomely cool and fun. not attractive but nonetheless. unfortunately, the one was talking to kept trying to explain why he hadnt bought me a drink because he said it carried certain underlying meanings but he thought i was really cool and wanted to get to know me a lot better without having me think he was just trying to get me drunk and in my pants (not that i wasnt already drunk, which made listening to him very difficult). anyways, he just kept talking and talking. hahaha and there was this awkward dude chauncey who looked like napolean dynamite (i have to say i take all credit for his new nickname). ashy and mari ran into some of them again the next night when me and nora stayed in sick.
#5 - one night we saw people trying to get into this party so we joined with them. and they were all like "do you know shelley miles?" and we were like..."sure we do" and so we got into this place where someone was having a party and then we found out there was a cover of 10 quid and we were like...uhhh maybe not and the manager type dude flipped out and yelled something about it being a west end club so we split
#6 - paris, france
first night out in duplex, JONATHAN. whose phone # i still have. hot 19 year old soccer player. no action but i made a friend! i spent the whole night talking to him IN FRENCH. discovered that my french is infinitely and superbly better and grammatically correcter when im intoxicated. now i know why mrs massey had her little flask all the time in french class.
#7 - tony and john lima - two americans we met on the eurostar who were staying near the louvre. we met up with them after a failed clubbing night. ended up hanging out in their hotel room clearing out the minibar. got back around 4 am and then got up before 7 am to take ashy to the airport so she catch her flight home. that was torture. john was hot. i think he goes to ohio state
#7 - terry's first night with us. back at duplex. me and mari have discovered at this point that it is very hard to make us drunk. night started with what i remember generous shots of vodka, plenty of desperados and smirnoff ice. it was chaos. terry was falling over before we even made it to the club. mass dancing and chaos. here is where the accounts get fuzzy. i am no longer ashamed to admit that i set the record for now and forever more of hooking up with 4 people in one night. i cant remember what any of them look like, but supposedly #2 was bad looking. apparantly #1 was short, black, had a mustache and looked about 40. i really don't think he was forty, but 3 against 1 is hard to beat, but then again at that time, i think none of us were particularly reliable. #3 picked me up (literally, i mean in the air) while we were dancing and then followed me to the bathroom where terry and nora wandered in and terry had to be picked up off the floor. #4 i have no recollection at all except that i think his shirt was blue. nora found 2 men. mari disappeared and was found later with some hot guy on a lounge sofa thing. and terry was trying to communicate with random people who came and went and come to think of it, im not sure what she did. although the next night (even though i wasnt there) she hooked up with a 15 year old named tibault with "interesting" kissing technique (ie none). nora met a belgian named pierre.
OTHERWISE ON TO MORE IMPORTANT THINGS:
the culture in europe seemed so much more...multifaceted than it does here. there was so many things that played into the vibe i felt that i wanted to stay there forever and try and tap into it and become a part of it. it was amazing. and doing it all on our own was experience.
well its late and i must work at the aquarium tomorrow and then meet harls for lunch. plus im itchy from bug bites galore.
pip pip