Day 2 of Summer

So my summer officially got underway yesterday. And by the way things are starting, this summer is going to be quite similar to the summers of the 1990's. I'm taking it easy in Norfolk for a few days, so yesterday morning when I heard the garage door open meaning that was my dad was home for his 8:30 breakfast break, simply out of habit I jumped out of bed to pretend I have been up for awhile. Too many summer mornings I awoke to either my mom or dad strolling in my room telling me to get my ass out of bed and do something productive. Talk about the worst way to be woken up. So like I said, I jumped out of bed pretty quick, I even do this pretty often in KC just because they have scarred me so bad I am just certain if I sleep past 9 a.m. someone is going to yell at me to unload the dishwasher or take out the trash or something ridiculous. I joined my dad for some cereal, then took a nice long shower, and decided to relax for a bit with Matt Lauer and Meredith Vieira. Next thing I know I looked at the clock and it was noon. What a great way to start summer -pretending to get up early, then falling back asleep to TV til noon, like I said, just like the good ol 90's. I wasted the rest of the day trying to make myself useful by cleaning the pool and watering the plants until it was 5 o'clock and I could have a drink. Day two has consisted of almost the exact same thing. Cereal, Today Show, and finally a full fledged day laying out in the sun. And now sipping on Blue Moon's new summmer ale just waiting for that ridiculous show known as The Hills to come on. I have about four more hours. And just like in the 90's the only real big thing I have on my schedule within the next thirty days is summer camp that happens the last week of June. I only hope I can really find myself once again like I did at Camp Foster back in 1996. Might be more difficult this time since it is an Art Institute camp and I am technically a "camp counselor." And the campers aren't really your average "campers." Think the creepy artsy emo kids you see at the mall wearing checkered shoes, and checkered scarves and checkered shirts all dressed in skinny pants. The hard part is I am there to keep them from smoking (God only knows what arty kids smoke) and drinking (shouldn't be too hard considering Jones Soda is legal) and hooking up.... (prob the most difficult task given that Johnny likes Sally but Sally likes Susie and Bobby likes Johnny and Sally.)