not to be a pessimistic bitch or anything,
but i'm not looking forward to tomorow.
yup.
tomorow's first day of camp.
sure, it's five days of liberation.
liberation which i could have as easily spent in the peace and luxury of my own blasted home.
my parents both work, my brother goes to school, i have a nice internet, a ds, computer, other gaming consoles and books to read.
aka = bliss.
i'm sacrificing this. to spend 5 days in the fucking bush sloshing around in old joggers.
in a cabin full of randoms cz of unforseen circumstances
plus in the activity groups ive only got cilla and annabel.
which, i suppose, is a sustainable source of joy. for now.
my bag is popping.
5 days of idiots shoving their stupid cameras in my face. (possibly)
5 days of prospective embarrassment
5 days of calm before the storm - everything's due in the weeks that follow.
oh. i feel the cacaphony of disaster slowly approaching me yet again.
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