I'm waiting for my sleep schedule to catch up with me. When you're up til 2:30 and you get up at 7:30 all summer long, something has to break. But I sleep 12 to 14 on Sunday, so that might catch me up ( Read more... )

So... as it has been years since my last post, I will say but a few things:

1: I love Camp Tapico.
2: I fall in love too easily.
3: I don't have a problem with number 1 or number 2.

It's taken seven years. But Michigan State has defeated Michigan.
It's kind of like having sex after years of being away from it. It feels great, but you kind of don't know what to do.

Bad time to ask.
Tomorrow!

One phone call. I'll ask her out. See what she says.
If it's no...
No loss.
If she says yes...
I'll be the happiest mother fucker in the whole god damn world.

Just... the asking. And the confidence.
Working on that, folks.

So I was a director this year. I knew it wasn't going to be easy. I was very right.... Camp school started out horrible. The camp staff at Gerber fucking SUCK. Half of them are 14, and they'll tell you this long winded story on how they got special permission from Lord Fuckhead that they can work at that age. Their program director was this ( Read more... )

So I finally got a hold of them, and after 45 minutes of explaining to somebody who I'm very sure is either Indian or Pakistani, I got them to send me the letter, and it should be here in the next few days. Yay, a bank account, finally!

Arrow Financial. Oh how you annoy me ( Read more... )

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