So I'm at camp. Did I mention I'm in kitchen this session? Cause I am. It sort of sucks; we help with prep, serving, and clean-up for all three meals, and I ended up on pots and pans, which is absolutely killing my hands. I have random bruises and cuts all over, from lugging various things around the kitchen and hitting myself with boxes and pans. So far though, I haven't had any major spills or accidents, so hooray for small miracles.
It really isn't going to bad; you bond when you're on kitchen, and because your schedule is so radically different from everyone else's, you naturally end up hanging out with the other people on kitchen, which is what has happened for me, and why I don't feel nearly as alone as I did at the beginning of the session last year. This year, I actually spend my time off doing things I need/want to get done (like sleeping. Or showering.), instead of awkwardly attempting to find ways to waste time.
Also, this two weeks of support staff has actually helped me ease my way into getting to know other staff members; instead of hanging around a camptivity not really knowing anyone, and pretty much only interacting with the kids, I can tag along with the people I know from kitchen and get introduced/get to know people and have conversation that way. Having a big peak (peak = where counselors sans campers live) also helps; again, I can tag along with the people from my peak and use them to join conversations. So all in all, I think this year has been going better than previous ones.
Hopefully next session will be just as good; I think some of mah peak buds gonna be leavin' though, so it might be a case of having to start all over again. Hopefully not, but you never know.
Anyway, I wanna sleep before we have to help prep dinner (tonight's my night out though, so no need to help serve or clean up after!) so I'M OUT.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011
It's pronounced MackinAW. Jsyk.
We arrived in Mackinac, late becausen I realized I'd forgotten my passport 20 minutes out of St. Paul (I need proof of citizenship before I can work as a counselor and get paid). Still, the drive wasn't too bad, and I don't know that we really missed too much - the idea of having dinner with some of my cousins is maybe a little bit off-putting, simply because they're all so young, and screamy.
I'm only here for tonight and tomorrow, and then we leave so I can get to camp, so honestly this whole trip seems a little silly and a bit of a sidetrack. I do plan to enjoy the singular day I spend on this island, don't get me wrong. I haven't been here since my aunt and uncle's wedding (I was the flower giiiiiirl *pretendstoswooshskirts*), and all I really remember is that we rode carriages, I was bored during the wedding, I hide under a bed and was scolded for potenetially messing up my hair, and I ate something questionable and had to take Pepto Bismal.
It's a little less magical than I remember, in part due to the fact that's it's overcast today, and in part due to the whole growing up thing. You know. But it's still beautiful, even if it is filled with people who remind me vaguely of my aunt and uncle and therefore scare me (yuppie-ish golf-playing, polo-wearing important money-making people). I never like people like that; they're all above me in the social structure which exists in my head (it's complicated, don't ask).
ANYWAY, so yeah. Beyond all that stuff, I am typing on a new computer - new for me at least. It is/was my dad's, and while it isn't the shiniest and bestest of the bunch, it has a long battery life and doesn't suck, and I might take it as mine since my dad offered and it'd be free (my dad has four computers or something, and this way my parents don't feel guilty about not getting me a computer for college next year/ever).
So yup. The following month will be a test trial. I'll be using this to update/check things at camp, and maybe I'll actually update this blog too. Probably not, but I guess you guys can hope (har har, see what I did there?).
PEACE.
p.s. Wrote that all last night but couldn't connect to the Internet to post it. We had a semi-eventful day; rode our bikes downtown to check out the fort, then proceeded to bike around the rest of the island until we ended up back at our hotel. I then took a two or three hour nap. Ate dinner, then played with the cousins, who, while adorable, are also SO MUCH WORK. It's okay though; the adorableness makes up for it.
Also, I know, I know, I'm a shallow person, and I probably talk about this way too much (I swear, I don't bring it up this much in conversation in person. Or at least, not if you're not a really good friend I don't), but whatever: Mackinac is a pretty good place for guys, imho. Then again, it may just be that I'm been deprived of any sort of thing like this at home. St. Paul's a great family city; not so great if you just want to be able to see cute guys walking down the street all the time. (Also helps that there's no cars, meaning they're literally walking down the street/you can see them)
Kay, freaky boy-obssessed girl will go hide now.
p.p.s. Also, I feel like this blog post is a lot more structured than most of my recent ones have been.
I'm only here for tonight and tomorrow, and then we leave so I can get to camp, so honestly this whole trip seems a little silly and a bit of a sidetrack. I do plan to enjoy the singular day I spend on this island, don't get me wrong. I haven't been here since my aunt and uncle's wedding (I was the flower giiiiiirl *pretendstoswooshskirts*), and all I really remember is that we rode carriages, I was bored during the wedding, I hide under a bed and was scolded for potenetially messing up my hair, and I ate something questionable and had to take Pepto Bismal.
It's a little less magical than I remember, in part due to the fact that's it's overcast today, and in part due to the whole growing up thing. You know. But it's still beautiful, even if it is filled with people who remind me vaguely of my aunt and uncle and therefore scare me (yuppie-ish golf-playing, polo-wearing important money-making people). I never like people like that; they're all above me in the social structure which exists in my head (it's complicated, don't ask).
ANYWAY, so yeah. Beyond all that stuff, I am typing on a new computer - new for me at least. It is/was my dad's, and while it isn't the shiniest and bestest of the bunch, it has a long battery life and doesn't suck, and I might take it as mine since my dad offered and it'd be free (my dad has four computers or something, and this way my parents don't feel guilty about not getting me a computer for college next year/ever).
So yup. The following month will be a test trial. I'll be using this to update/check things at camp, and maybe I'll actually update this blog too. Probably not, but I guess you guys can hope (har har, see what I did there?).
PEACE.
p.s. Wrote that all last night but couldn't connect to the Internet to post it. We had a semi-eventful day; rode our bikes downtown to check out the fort, then proceeded to bike around the rest of the island until we ended up back at our hotel. I then took a two or three hour nap. Ate dinner, then played with the cousins, who, while adorable, are also SO MUCH WORK. It's okay though; the adorableness makes up for it.
Also, I know, I know, I'm a shallow person, and I probably talk about this way too much (I swear, I don't bring it up this much in conversation in person. Or at least, not if you're not a really good friend I don't), but whatever: Mackinac is a pretty good place for guys, imho. Then again, it may just be that I'm been deprived of any sort of thing like this at home. St. Paul's a great family city; not so great if you just want to be able to see cute guys walking down the street all the time. (Also helps that there's no cars, meaning they're literally walking down the street/you can see them)
Kay, freaky boy-obssessed girl will go hide now.
p.p.s. Also, I feel like this blog post is a lot more structured than most of my recent ones have been.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
World: shattered
Not actually. But who here knew that Henry from Fringe and the guy from X-Men: First Class were different actors? And if you did, why didn't you inform me?? Now I feel silly.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
More movies, more life, etc.
Watched two lovely movies today while recovering from my semi-busy weekend. Love and Other Drugs was sad and I cried, but at the same time I liked it. I adore Anne Hathaway, and want to be her when I grow up, pretty much, and Jake Gyllenhaal, in case you haven't noticed, is HOT. So there's all that, and their chemistry was wonderful, and yes, I'm glad they didn't cop-out with a happy ending, but at the same time, I love happy endings, so.
Easy A, meanwhile, was a perfect romantic teen comedy thing (I struggle with movie genres), and now I like Emma Stone, whereas before I was just "meh" and Woodchuck Todd is awesome and I would like him in my life. Also, the humor in that movie was awesome, and her parents are my favorite things ever. I want Stanley Tucci to be my dad. Not that I don't love my dad, but Stanley Tucci is awesome. Maybe he can just be my uncle or something.
Camp is this weekend, after a short stop at Mackinac Island for a gathering of my mother's sisters. I'm a little bit upset, as I'll only be there for a day before being driven down to camp; the beaches in Michigan are amazing. Oh well; I suppose technically my camp is in Michigan too, so the beach there should suffice. At the very least it'll be better than the beaches near where I live.
I can never remember how much I've talked about camp on this thing. A lot? A little? I know I talk about how excited I am for it semi-regularly, and also that I've mentioned that I get nervous for it, but I don't think I've fully explained why. To be honest, it mainly has to do with the other counselors: because they all essentially go or went to the same two high schools, they all know each other from outside of camp, while I only know them all from camp (/very rarely from before I moved). And so they're all semi to very comfortable with one another, and since I've been a fixture at camp for some years I don't have any of that "introduce the new person to people" thing going for me, and I always forget people's names, and in general it's all just sort of awkward, because as I've mentioned I have a very strict social hierarchy and difficulty talking to people above me which makes introductions and small talk awkward especially with guys and oh my lord this is such a bad run-on/long sentence. Whew.
SO yeah, there's all that, but I really do think that the fact that camp pushes me out of my comfort zone helps me in my day-to-day life at high school. I really do believe that as awkward as I am, I would be so much worse if I didn't go to camp. So that's a plus. Also, I really do enjoy it, as a whole. I always semi-dread it going in, thinking it's going to be super bad, but I come out really excited for the next year, so obviously something's going right.
Yup, that's about all for now.
Easy A, meanwhile, was a perfect romantic teen comedy thing (I struggle with movie genres), and now I like Emma Stone, whereas before I was just "meh" and Woodchuck Todd is awesome and I would like him in my life. Also, the humor in that movie was awesome, and her parents are my favorite things ever. I want Stanley Tucci to be my dad. Not that I don't love my dad, but Stanley Tucci is awesome. Maybe he can just be my uncle or something.
Camp is this weekend, after a short stop at Mackinac Island for a gathering of my mother's sisters. I'm a little bit upset, as I'll only be there for a day before being driven down to camp; the beaches in Michigan are amazing. Oh well; I suppose technically my camp is in Michigan too, so the beach there should suffice. At the very least it'll be better than the beaches near where I live.
I can never remember how much I've talked about camp on this thing. A lot? A little? I know I talk about how excited I am for it semi-regularly, and also that I've mentioned that I get nervous for it, but I don't think I've fully explained why. To be honest, it mainly has to do with the other counselors: because they all essentially go or went to the same two high schools, they all know each other from outside of camp, while I only know them all from camp (/very rarely from before I moved). And so they're all semi to very comfortable with one another, and since I've been a fixture at camp for some years I don't have any of that "introduce the new person to people" thing going for me, and I always forget people's names, and in general it's all just sort of awkward, because as I've mentioned I have a very strict social hierarchy and difficulty talking to people above me which makes introductions and small talk awkward especially with guys and oh my lord this is such a bad run-on/long sentence. Whew.
SO yeah, there's all that, but I really do think that the fact that camp pushes me out of my comfort zone helps me in my day-to-day life at high school. I really do believe that as awkward as I am, I would be so much worse if I didn't go to camp. So that's a plus. Also, I really do enjoy it, as a whole. I always semi-dread it going in, thinking it's going to be super bad, but I come out really excited for the next year, so obviously something's going right.
Yup, that's about all for now.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
I really need to come up with something better to write for titles than, "Stuff"
I am really having difficulty remembering Harvard - it's only been two days! It just wasn't terribly distinctive, so unfortunately, the only thing that really stands out was the awkwardness of the information session. Though I do remember having the impression that it was prettier than I'd thought it would be.
As for MIT, well, it wasn't ugly as I'd feared, though it was quite ugly. In this case, the info session went a long way to, if not winning me over, then at least making me consider MIT as an option - mainly because the admissions officer and most of the tour guides were a lot more normal than I'd thought they'd be.
I've been hearing that everyone that visits Brown loves it, and let me tell you, it proved true for me. Providence was pretty and not too small, Brown itself was equally pretty - it was pretty much what comes to mind when you picture college.
Yale is really pretty and in a semi-European style, though its surrounding area was the most industrial of the four, if that makes sense (also, of the four, I think you'd be most likely to use the blue light system at Yale).
On our final night, my dad and I went to see Super 8. I enjoyed it - the kids were great actors, it was a good mix of terrifying and funny, the plot was good, if nothing to write home about. It was really recognizable as a J. J. Abrams film - the beginning reminded me so strongly of Fringe, it was ridiculous. Surprisingly, I think having followed Fringe made the ending actually a little anti-clmatic; there are just so many horrifying things in Fringe that Super 8's monster couldn't even really compete. But distanced from that, it was really good, and it still manage to make me silently mouth, "Oh shit oh shit oh fucking shit shit shit."
As for MIT, well, it wasn't ugly as I'd feared, though it was quite ugly. In this case, the info session went a long way to, if not winning me over, then at least making me consider MIT as an option - mainly because the admissions officer and most of the tour guides were a lot more normal than I'd thought they'd be.
I've been hearing that everyone that visits Brown loves it, and let me tell you, it proved true for me. Providence was pretty and not too small, Brown itself was equally pretty - it was pretty much what comes to mind when you picture college.
Yale is really pretty and in a semi-European style, though its surrounding area was the most industrial of the four, if that makes sense (also, of the four, I think you'd be most likely to use the blue light system at Yale).
On our final night, my dad and I went to see Super 8. I enjoyed it - the kids were great actors, it was a good mix of terrifying and funny, the plot was good, if nothing to write home about. It was really recognizable as a J. J. Abrams film - the beginning reminded me so strongly of Fringe, it was ridiculous. Surprisingly, I think having followed Fringe made the ending actually a little anti-clmatic; there are just so many horrifying things in Fringe that Super 8's monster couldn't even really compete. But distanced from that, it was really good, and it still manage to make me silently mouth, "Oh shit oh shit oh fucking shit shit shit."
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Falling Skies and college tours
So I'm watching Fallng Skies, and I have to say, this might be a new show to add to my list. Of course, it completely depends on whether or not TNT will have videos up online later for me to use to catch up, because I'm going to be at camp for the entire month o July (!!!), so I'd need to have some way to catch up.
Questions I have because I missed the first hour or something: do we know why the alien thing had a robotic shooting machine that followed it? Do they all have those? Why was a small-ish child brought on the scouting/food mission (that kid was like 12...[later: HE WAS 13 BOO-YAH])
(My commitment has been established mainly, sad though it is, because of the presence of a pretty face, namely that of Drew Roy. What else is new? Though it is slightly intriguing on its own merits as well, if a little reminiscent of, well, every alien/apocalyptic doom movie ever made. Also, thank you for having this hot guy date the badass chick and not the touchy-feely doctor/nurse/Catholic/obviously flirting with someone else's guy girl. Seriously. I have no problem with religion, just don't try to pick up guys with it. Please.)
Anyway, beyond my obsession with hot guys that I will never ever meet, and probably wouldn't date even if I did meet them, we (as in my dad and I) are checking out colleges on the East Coast. Solely Ivies/"Ivy Plus" schools (I just looked up that, no I didn't know it off the top of my head, not that you care) this time: Hahvahd, Yale, Princeton, Brown, MIT. (ALSO someone recently said that Stanford was an Ivy. I would just like to take this time to mention that I was right, and it's not. HA.)
We'll see how these go...to be honest, most of these schools are fairly similar, in the end. I'm going to have some severe dificulties when I have to decide where to apply, and, more importantly, go. I know I need a school with a semi-strong science/math department, I know it needs to be at least over 2000 people, I know I don't want to go to a po-dunky town in the middle of nowhere, and that I want to go to a school on a coast or Chicago, with very few exceptions - that is to say, the South/Southwest/most of the Midwest are pretty much completely out off the question. That still leaves a ton of schools, and I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA, excuse me, that was rude, I'm sorry, I just am feeling the stress a little. Also, an alien just jumped out on the TV, and it freaked me out a teeny bit.
Aaaaaaand thus concludes our boring update into the trials and travails of a hormonal, self-obssessed teenager. Why you bother to pay attention to them at all is beyond me.
Questions I have because I missed the first hour or something: do we know why the alien thing had a robotic shooting machine that followed it? Do they all have those? Why was a small-ish child brought on the scouting/food mission (that kid was like 12...[later: HE WAS 13 BOO-YAH])
(My commitment has been established mainly, sad though it is, because of the presence of a pretty face, namely that of Drew Roy. What else is new? Though it is slightly intriguing on its own merits as well, if a little reminiscent of, well, every alien/apocalyptic doom movie ever made. Also, thank you for having this hot guy date the badass chick and not the touchy-feely doctor/nurse/Catholic/obviously flirting with someone else's guy girl. Seriously. I have no problem with religion, just don't try to pick up guys with it. Please.)
Anyway, beyond my obsession with hot guys that I will never ever meet, and probably wouldn't date even if I did meet them, we (as in my dad and I) are checking out colleges on the East Coast. Solely Ivies/"Ivy Plus" schools (I just looked up that, no I didn't know it off the top of my head, not that you care) this time: Hahvahd, Yale, Princeton, Brown, MIT. (ALSO someone recently said that Stanford was an Ivy. I would just like to take this time to mention that I was right, and it's not. HA.)
We'll see how these go...to be honest, most of these schools are fairly similar, in the end. I'm going to have some severe dificulties when I have to decide where to apply, and, more importantly, go. I know I need a school with a semi-strong science/math department, I know it needs to be at least over 2000 people, I know I don't want to go to a po-dunky town in the middle of nowhere, and that I want to go to a school on a coast or Chicago, with very few exceptions - that is to say, the South/Southwest/most of the Midwest are pretty much completely out off the question. That still leaves a ton of schools, and I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA, excuse me, that was rude, I'm sorry, I just am feeling the stress a little. Also, an alien just jumped out on the TV, and it freaked me out a teeny bit.
Aaaaaaand thus concludes our boring update into the trials and travails of a hormonal, self-obssessed teenager. Why you bother to pay attention to them at all is beyond me.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
...and my shows are back
And so, back to watching Pretty Little Liars, and it's reminded me why I watch this show: for eye candy and a sense of terror. Because honestly, plot holes are so common, I'm surprised the characters aren't falling into them; there is no basis in reality here. Also, the handling of romantic conversations and relationships is so cheesy and ridiculous, I can't help but laugh.
Also, also, after all you've been through you don't keep 15 different copies of that video, all of which are hidden in various places and whose locations are known only by yourself and one person, who is different for every one? Well, that makes you stupid. Also, why you still haven't told your boyfriend (who already knows what you did to Jenna) EVERYTHING that's going on, is beyond me (ex, THAT HIS HOME HAS BEEN BROKEN INTO).
Also, also, after all you've been through you don't keep 15 different copies of that video, all of which are hidden in various places and whose locations are known only by yourself and one person, who is different for every one? Well, that makes you stupid. Also, why you still haven't told your boyfriend (who already knows what you did to Jenna) EVERYTHING that's going on, is beyond me (ex, THAT HIS HOME HAS BEEN BROKEN INTO).
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