June 22, 2004
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This is sort of like my temporary farewell entry. Because i'll be gone by tomorrow. In about seventeen hours, i'll be mushed on some cramped up coach bus infested with about seventy other girls with smiles that are just about screaming 'former girl scout'. For five whole hours.
But back when i was nine, camp was my life. Everything i said and did revolved around my beloved Camp Fernwood. It even came to a point where in my free time, i would make up my own songs for color war and paint my toenails green and white to show off my obsessive spirit. And that form of behavior mainly took place at around Christmas break.
So you can imagine how sickening i must have acted only a few hours before camp started, let alone a few months. I would be beyond excited. Beyond ecstatic. Beyond seizure. After all, i basically breathed in ten wasted months just to enjoy the measly two i would spend up there. Those ten months were used as a sort of hibernation tool. For those ten months, i was a totally different person. I was simply your average, reserved, beanie-baby collecting elementary-schooler. But in camp, 'reserved' could only describe the kitchen staff. I was loud, i was obnoxious, and i loved it. For ten months i would sleep, i would behave. And by summer, i was energized enough to cheer that battery bunny to shame.
The night before camp, i would stay up talking to my stuffed dog Scruffy about the wonderful summer that wasn't so far away. That was awaiting me only about seventeen hours from that moment. Now, seventeen hours from that moment once again, i groan.
Fernwood just got more stupid in my eyes. Just as winning a game of tag gradually becomes less of a priority over the years. No, I'm not saying I'm too old for Fernwood. I'm saying I'm just too serious. I look at everything and ask myself 'why?' I don't just get out there and jump in. I need a logical explanation for everything. What exactly is IN the chinese platter made by the Polish kitchen staff workers...I mean, it's obviously not real chinese. Why do i need to say 'go white' if i honestly don't care? Why do we have to break into song every waking moment of our lives? I ask questions. I need anwers. And sure, Fernwood gives tons of answers. Answers to questions like 'How good am i at tennis?' or 'How many weeks can i survive crammed in a room with about seven other catty girls, and will i enjoy it?' But sometimes, in order to find the answers to questions such as those, you must perform tasks that make absolutely no sense at all. Like filling a canoe up with water using your bare hands or skinny dipping.
So, I'll let you know if i find any answers when i get back.
Bye for now, d
Comments (6)
i read your whole thing again! aww im gonna miss you... write me everyday. lol ill be thinkingg of you
b
ILL MISS U DARY and thanx for including me in it!
h
hey girlie,
try to get some more poeple to join the "we miss todaysrandomluckywinner" blogring. I know there are a helluva lot more people than three who miss his ass.
-Lindsay
HEY!!! hope ur summer is goin good! ttyl i supose toodels...
*michelle
dar - - im reading this a long time from where you wrote it and im just about to cry from missing you... im so sad, this is so sad, why am i so sad?! anyways i miss you sooooooooo much and cant wait for me to go to camp, then come home, then you come home!! I mMIssS yOuU! xx
j
yet again i find myself back reading every wise entry you write. i hope your summer is going great and u learned to be more spontaneous (sp.?) than serious; although being serious isnt an adjective i'd place in the "bad" category. my summer has been amazing, yet with the lack of daryl that i've been seeing i get real sad coming to your site. knowing your a whole state away. even if it is only a couple of hours. i met alot of great people this summer on my teen tour, one of them being ALex Fishler (we call him fish) & i heard he goes to your school, so obviously, me being overly daryl-deprived start interrigating little alex with 1081747 ?'s on how you are and such. all he said was he thinks you are real nice & he knows you won a "funny award" . and im sitting here thinking wellllll duhhhhh i knew that all along. he's a sweet kid. i love that kid =) miss you daryl. if your ever around, give me a call .267 987 9657. it'd be nice to see u soon. im sure ill be in nj alot more now though. maybe ill give u a ring.
Love Always, ashley
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