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Aug. 9th, 2004 11:07 pmI am at last done with the camp. I am done, done, done. Thank you Jeebus. Small children are evil and I never ever ever want to see another one.
The end-of-camp production was, for me, insane. The kids went out and sang onstage and I had to keep them quiet offstage, which is completely impossible because there were 200 kids and I am only one teenager. I had to resort to the tactic of slapping them all upside the head. Gah.
Dad just took me shopping for school supplies. I got $100 worth of milk crates. I'm SO excited for college that I think I am going to throw up, which I will anyway because I'm sick.
I don't know why this is. I'm perfectly fine all week at Mom's and then when I show up at Dad's I start hacking. Maybe it's the feng shui, or the creepy funky smell emanating from the microwave.
I do have good news for myself. Marcia Gaynor, my newly discovered cousin, sent me TWO BOOKS AUTOGRAPHED BY NEIL GAIMAN AND THEY HAD MY NAME IN NEIL GAIMAN'S HANDWRITING. Marcia, you see, works at the Ann Arbor Border's where they held MythCon. And she got the books for me. Marcia is SO COOL.
In other news, I have an important decision. I have decided that, in a fair fight between Rufus from "Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure" and Doc Brown from "Back To the Future", Rufus would win. This is because Rufus is George Carlin and Doc Brown was an invisible baseball angel. There are other reasons, but invisible baseball angels are still lame.
My head feels like it's shrinking. This is the start of a major headache. I have to go now.
The end-of-camp production was, for me, insane. The kids went out and sang onstage and I had to keep them quiet offstage, which is completely impossible because there were 200 kids and I am only one teenager. I had to resort to the tactic of slapping them all upside the head. Gah.
Dad just took me shopping for school supplies. I got $100 worth of milk crates. I'm SO excited for college that I think I am going to throw up, which I will anyway because I'm sick.
I don't know why this is. I'm perfectly fine all week at Mom's and then when I show up at Dad's I start hacking. Maybe it's the feng shui, or the creepy funky smell emanating from the microwave.
I do have good news for myself. Marcia Gaynor, my newly discovered cousin, sent me TWO BOOKS AUTOGRAPHED BY NEIL GAIMAN AND THEY HAD MY NAME IN NEIL GAIMAN'S HANDWRITING. Marcia, you see, works at the Ann Arbor Border's where they held MythCon. And she got the books for me. Marcia is SO COOL.
In other news, I have an important decision. I have decided that, in a fair fight between Rufus from "Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure" and Doc Brown from "Back To the Future", Rufus would win. This is because Rufus is George Carlin and Doc Brown was an invisible baseball angel. There are other reasons, but invisible baseball angels are still lame.
My head feels like it's shrinking. This is the start of a major headache. I have to go now.
