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Jul. 6th, 2005 05:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ink_n_impHow much of a geek do you have to be to completely halt a game of charades in order to explain to a camper the intricacies of playing D&D, and that is is NOT in fact a board game?
Camp is going well, and once again I have fallen into my camp time pattern of groping for things to do with the kids before they engulf me onstage. It is a CHORE getting kids with no desire to act or even really PARTICIPATE to play such fun theater games such as "Freeze" and "Superheroes" etc. You think they be get sick and tired of "Duck, Duck, animal!" and "Mafia" by now, but nothing seems to amuse them more. SIGH.
Luckily, we finally have a coffee maker in the kitchen now: I was three cups in before I could put my head down during Mafia without struggling to not fall asleep.
DRAMA abounds on Long Island, drama both ridiculous and needless and redundant. Serious periods of both "WTF?" and "Oh, you're shitting me". For example, Tammy was hit on by some guy while DRIVING on the L.I.E. The asshole was cutting us off, swerving around us, all in an attempt to talk to Tammy, first to try to see if he could get laid, and then to insult her because she told him to fuck off and leave her alone. What an ASSHOLE. I wish I had gotten a good look at him, but I refused to look at his blatant stupidity, even though his swerving was really dangerous and I was rather hoping he would crash his sorry ass. On top of that, Tammy's mother continues to prove her place as Long Island's most heinous bitch. Ugh.
Been spending some time with Wyatt lately, got to admit I miss the old boy on occasion. It's nice when having someone working on the same wavelengths as me, regardless of our geekiness and sidekick-ity. Between bouts of watching Full Metal Alchemist (Holy shit, guys, there IS SUCH A THING AS GOOD ANIME OUTSIDE OF MIYAZAKI!! I SWEAR!) and playing video games and RPG'ing with Steve and Dan, we have some good laughs, including one discussion about drama on our respective LJ's. His is all soul searching, and mine isn't, but I explained to him that was cause I saved all the angst for my journal. I then mentioned my disgust at my journal, at how melodramatic it is and how I never mention anything really happy or exciting, only whatever shit goes down.
March 20 Shit had gone down.
March 30 Once again, shit had gone down
april 5 This shit is still going down.
April 10 Woh, can this shit go down any further?
May 10 Well, things are looking up. This must be so then when the shit goes down again, it can go down for an even LONGER period of time.
June 1 The balance of power has been restored. The shit is going down once again. All is right in the universe yet again.
One of these days, I just give up on journals all together, but for now, this is Nella, signing off!
Camp is going well, and once again I have fallen into my camp time pattern of groping for things to do with the kids before they engulf me onstage. It is a CHORE getting kids with no desire to act or even really PARTICIPATE to play such fun theater games such as "Freeze" and "Superheroes" etc. You think they be get sick and tired of "Duck, Duck, animal!" and "Mafia" by now, but nothing seems to amuse them more. SIGH.
Luckily, we finally have a coffee maker in the kitchen now: I was three cups in before I could put my head down during Mafia without struggling to not fall asleep.
DRAMA abounds on Long Island, drama both ridiculous and needless and redundant. Serious periods of both "WTF?" and "Oh, you're shitting me". For example, Tammy was hit on by some guy while DRIVING on the L.I.E. The asshole was cutting us off, swerving around us, all in an attempt to talk to Tammy, first to try to see if he could get laid, and then to insult her because she told him to fuck off and leave her alone. What an ASSHOLE. I wish I had gotten a good look at him, but I refused to look at his blatant stupidity, even though his swerving was really dangerous and I was rather hoping he would crash his sorry ass. On top of that, Tammy's mother continues to prove her place as Long Island's most heinous bitch. Ugh.
Been spending some time with Wyatt lately, got to admit I miss the old boy on occasion. It's nice when having someone working on the same wavelengths as me, regardless of our geekiness and sidekick-ity. Between bouts of watching Full Metal Alchemist (Holy shit, guys, there IS SUCH A THING AS GOOD ANIME OUTSIDE OF MIYAZAKI!! I SWEAR!) and playing video games and RPG'ing with Steve and Dan, we have some good laughs, including one discussion about drama on our respective LJ's. His is all soul searching, and mine isn't, but I explained to him that was cause I saved all the angst for my journal. I then mentioned my disgust at my journal, at how melodramatic it is and how I never mention anything really happy or exciting, only whatever shit goes down.
March 20 Shit had gone down.
March 30 Once again, shit had gone down
april 5 This shit is still going down.
April 10 Woh, can this shit go down any further?
May 10 Well, things are looking up. This must be so then when the shit goes down again, it can go down for an even LONGER period of time.
June 1 The balance of power has been restored. The shit is going down once again. All is right in the universe yet again.
One of these days, I just give up on journals all together, but for now, this is Nella, signing off!
