Babies smell.

The first week of camp is over, and it went swimmingly (for the most part). Unfortunately, as camp goes, by the end of every day I was ready to tear my hair out with my own two hands. Fortunately, they put me with a competent co-worker for next week so all that should be ancient history. Last night I was so exhausted from working at 6:30 every morning and running around outside all day that I fell asleep at 7 p.m. and didn't wake up until 7 a.m. this morning.

My mother and cousin Frank left for New York around the time that I woke up. So far today I've gone to the bathroom twice, watched three episodes of Sex and the City, and now I'm watching Jurassic Park. Five minutes in, and I could say with absolute certainty that I'd rather take my chances on Titanic. I'd really rather be dead if and when something started to eat me.

I know I promised a more detailed entry, but that's all I have the energy for. Plus, I'm watching Jurassic Park, so you'll have to excuse me.

Schizophrenia.

Day one of camp totally kicked my ass. I'll update in much detail when I can keep my eyes open for longer than 5 minutes at a time.

I will say this, however: 11 hours on a rainy day with 7-year-olds who only want to swim and don't understand that lightening means they can't is enough to change your mind about coming back the next day. Good thing I'm a seasoned veteran.

I have to work at 6:30 (again) tomorrow morning, but this time at the YMCA. This means I have to leave my house at 6:05 a.m. which I am really not looking forward to.

My plan for the rest of the evening is to shower, eat some ice cream cake, and fall asleep listening to Radiohead. Maybe I'll make my lunch for tomorrow, too. (But probably not.)

Incredible.

Yesterday was seriously one of the worst days I've had in a long time. Every little thing just seemed to go wrong for me to the point where I left BJ's in tears. It was like, "Welcome back to Massachusetts. Remember why you left?"

Today was considerably better, even if it was just because it wasn't yesterday anymore. Work was okay as far as work goes; I got another splitting headache, though, which I've been getting every day since coming home. I ate an entire box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch throughout the day which sounds grosser (more gross?) every time I say it. Then this evening I took my dad to see The Incredible Hulk for father's day which was AMAZING (again).

Things have just been weird since I got back. It was as if I left all of my problems at home when I was in California, and they were all just sitting here collecting dust, waiting for me when I got back; I'm just feeling emotionally overwhelmed. Thank goodness camp starts so soon because I would go nuts just sitting around for much longer. Thursday and Friday are full days at the Y (9:30-5:30), and then I'm getting kicked out of my house Saturday night because my cousins are coming. Sunday I took a shift at family camp, and then it's away I go.

Is it too soon for another vacation?

Straight from my paper journal.

(Written shortly after takeoff):
I know that it's time for me to go home, and I'm really looking forward to sleeping in my own bed, but looking down at the California lights as I ascend thousands of feet in the air is filling me with a deep sadness that I was not expecting.
I felt really at home [while I was there], which I was also not expecting. My heart is filled with such love and happiness and I just wanted to hold on to it a little longer.

(Written shortly after landing):
When I landed at JFK, I took out my ticked to see what gate I was going to for my connecting flight, and that's when I realized that it didn't say. My burns were hurting worse than usual, so I popped some pills and waddled off the plane and into the terminal. I found a TV that told me my plane would be at gate 18, so I slowly set out following the signs. After a few minutes of painfully dragging myself around, I found that I had to take a shuttle; awesome.
When I stepped outside, New York smelled like the inside of a tent on the first night of camping, and the shuttle smelled like a wet nap.
So far, so good.
Now I get to sit in the airport for two hours and wait for my 45 minute flight.
It's 5:15 a.m. EST, which means it's too early to talk to anyone on the east coast, and too late to talk to anyone on the west coast.


And now, a bird is flying around the gate. Inside. Ugh, even indoors New York sucks. I've also noticed that at these little food/drink/news stands, they have plenty of Pepsi and Diet Pepsi and Sierra Mist, but now Mountain Dew. If I see any Yankees or Giants fans, I'm going to throw up.
At least I got some sleep on the plane. They handed out sleep masks, so I forced myself to nap a little. I used the neck pillow my mom gave me and put it on the tray table and hunched over. I drooled all over it, and woke up several times to wake my hands up.
And I don't even look awesome.


Soon I'll update about the rest of my California adventures and the fun I'm sure to have[/better have] this weekend.


OH... and since when did they stop giving out blankets on overnight flights? SUCKS.

10,000 mg.

This sunburn on the back of my legs is up there with the worst things that have ever happened to me. It covers the entirety of both of my legs and it sucks to walk and to sit. I really don't know how I'm going to sit on a plane for 5.5 hours tomorrow. I just don't. I can't imagine it getting any worse than this, though.

The past few nights Danielle, Natale, Ray and I have been watching the X-Men movies. Tonight we're on to X3, and then we're going to the midnight premier of The Incredible Hulk. This week is totally marvel-ous.

Danielle's upstairs neighbors have been being very loud for a few hours. I'm pretty sure it's in anticipation of the Celtics-Lakers game tonight. We went to Ribs U.S.A. the other night and I have never felt more American/afraid to be a Boston fan in my life. Naturally, we kept our Boston allegiance quiet so that we could finish our dinner and not be thrown out onto the street. It wasn't all bad; we got to throw peanut shells onto the floor (and we did).

Tomorrow is Friday the 13th and I'm taking a red eye home. Wish me luck.

Another attempt.

I'm going to skip the boring introduction bull-crap, because I would hope that if you're reading this it's because you already know me. If not, than it's your loss.


I'm in California right now, and I am having the best time. I'm also the most sunburned. I'm sure there's some sort of connection there, i.e. the more sunburned you are, the more fun you've been having, but whatever.

I'm leaving on Friday night and arriving on Saturday morning to go to camp orientation all day. I hope I can find a ride home from the airport, because so far it looks like I'm walking.

We went to the beach in Malibu today (we being Danielle, Natale, Ray and I) and we saw the MOST AWESOME GIRLS there [with their MOST AWESOME MOM].


I don't really have anything to say, and I'm sorry that I bored you with what I already said.

I'm going to put on some more aloe.