She Likes Coffee and I Like Tea

How 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.

( In other news )

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.

( As an example, I would like to present a short representation of a typical series of Antonella journal entries. (Artistic liberties have been taken.) )

One of these days, I just give up on journals all together, but for now, this is Nella, signing off!