Living Louder, Loving Stronger.

Another year of summer camp has begun. I think I am indiferent to it this year. It’s just become such a part of life, it’s almost as if it “doesn’t matter.” That sounds horrid, but it just isn’t as much a huge part of my life as it once was. My summers used to hinge on camp…every year since 2005. This year, I have moved on. It’s almost as if I am some what of a grown up now. Haha. I started training at Old Navy today. I feel like training is the same first part everywhere you go. It wasn’t too bad, today, though. I go back tomorrow, and finish up on Wednesday. I enjoy it so far. This weekend, I am going to be traveling. I hate traveling. I think I may let my brother drive all weekend…it’ll be worth it in the end, though.

It’s bed time.

Another year/summer of camp has begun. The counselors came in last night. This is the first year where I can honestly say that I am okay not having anything to do with camp.
It’s kind of weird, but at the same time, I feel like everyone wants me to be a part of it. I’m not a counselor, I’m not helping in any way, but I am completely okay with this. I kind of feel like a jerk, because I am kind of okay with not getting to know anybody. Maybe that makes me mean, oh well.

Sometimes, I love camp. Sometimes, I hate camp. I kind of want to eat dinner with everyone, which, if I want to see my parents at all this week, I must do…but at the same time, if I eat, I’ll be roped into helping clean the kitchen after the meal. I don’t really want to do that. I did my time this weekend, and today is supposed to be my “I look like doo-doo and don’t really care day.” I’m kind of hungry, and I think I want a salad, though.

Maybe I’ll just read more. You can never read enough.