Limbo

Just a little update on where I am right now, as the blog appears to have no activity whatsoever, what with all it’s writers away this summer.

I am currently in limbo between first an’ second session at Camp Miriam. I’ve been away from Camp for one day, an’ I’m going back in three, but I still feel like I’m dying on the inside. I wish I had stayed over for inter-session.

I decided to come home to do my laundry, pester my friends to write, shower, stock up on candy, eat sushi, an’ pack the things I forgot about three weeks ago. Sounds like an amazing four days at home, eh? Srsly. But I’d give it all up to be on Gabriola Island right now, doing nothing except chilling with the Madatz (CITs who have no choice but to stay intersession, as their program is for both sessions), an’ the lifeguard I’m obsessed with.

Originally, I was going to stay for inter-session. But then all the people who were leaving an’ coming back made going home sound like the perfect idea. So I called home an’ told my parents I was coming to see them soon. I’ll be honest here, I was ecstatic at the idea of going home for a few days, sleep, etc. But now I’m thinking I made the wrong choice.

All I want is to be back there right now.

I feel so empty.

 

 

Another thing. Dane told me I should send him a letter, so that he could mail me back. So I mailed him, five days after I got to camp? Stupid asshole doesn’t mail me. He mails some other kid an’ tells her to “say hi” to me. I hope you’re reading this, Dane. That was a bitch move D;

~ by B. Casey on July 21, 2008.