Hello weekend.

Remember that feeling of exhaustion after staying up all night at a slumber party? Like the kid hangover? Well I am suffering that hardcore thanks to my week at camp. We concluded today at 1:00 and I had every intention of coming home and cleaning but fell fast asleep for about four hours. And I am not a daytime napper, so that's kinda a big deal. But anyway, it was a tearful good bye today for many campers. Friendships were formed, new relationships bloomed. Apparently it only takes about five days to find a new hot love for artys teenys. I just hope it lasts through the week, and by hope I mean I could care less. Meanwhile, drama was going down for another camper when her boyfriend broke up with her via text! During class, never the less. This was the same camper who had told me earlier in the week that her boyfriend was "devastated without her home." He got over that fast. But less camp talk more fourth of July weekend talk. In a matter of hours Chris will be picking me up and we will be en route to Fremont. Sometimes I feel like I'm cheating on Norfolk when I say how excited I am go to Fremont. It took me a while to accept that Fremont isn't the horrible place that I thought it was. There was a time in high school when I would literally doodle "I hate Fremont" on my notebook. I didn't do this because of my Norfolk pride, but more because of my hatred for Fremont girls basketball. They weren't even good,but through an awful fluke they knocked my team (the #1 seed) out of districts. I still get sick when I think about it this awful day. Whenever I start to think I am officially over it, Kari Schafersman always seems to pop out of nowhere to remind me of it. The ref made a bad five second call, and that call robbed me of achieving one of my ultimate dreams of going to state bball. A dream that Kim was able to live every year of her Southeast basketball career, damn it. And the part that really gets me about that is the fact that she was still probably drunk from the night before while playing. Such bull shit, I didn't drink for four years in hopes of going to state bball and look where that got me. See what happens when I start thinking of high school basketball? I go on tangents. No more negative thoughts though. I have a very fun weekend ahead of me. I am especially excited to feel like I have friends again this weekend! It's been quite a while since I have gone out and known more than one person. I am almost nervous I won't know what to do, how to socialize around a large group of people. Especially people over the age of 16. Happy fourth to all of you, may you be full on booze and food for the next four days! USA USA USA!!!