Camp Anawanna

Dear Diary,

I can’t believe my stay at camp Anawanna is almost over! It’s gone so fast. I’m really going to miss this solitary lifestyle I’ve adapted to of living in a barren room with cold concrete walls and no television and spending all day and night typing away on my computer words that only come from my soul, “all work and no play makes Tay a dull girl.” I’ve wrote that same line over and over and it still continues to move me every time. The bareness of the room finally got to me last night so I decided to paint REDRUM on every empty space, I think it really gives the room a quaint Hamptons feel.

The other day I was sitting by my favorite windmill typing away at my screenplay when all of the sudden I looked up and there was a deer no more than four feet away. Having just watched “When Animals Attack” a week ago, I got a bit nervous. I immediately called my friend Sarah and asked, “do deer charge?” She responded quickly with, “no, and is it really a deer?” “Yes, I said.” “Don’t worry,” she responded, “it’s just a character from True Blood, he’s trying to freak out.” Phew. As long as it wasn’t that creepy blonde girl with the embarrassingly large space between her two front teeth, I wasn’t too worried. I told the deer to buzz off and he did. A couple hours later I started walking to the tent to get my one free drink. It’s about 9:15 at this point, it’s a dark foggy night, pretty eerie I’d say. But since I’ve adjusted to this lifestyle it didn’t really bother me anymore, that is until I saw the deer again. So I said, “deer, what do you want?” He just looked at me and didn’t move. So it was either I had to cross him on the walking path, or he had to move. I started walking, he kept staring, I kept walking. By now I’m getting pissed. Who does he think he is to block the walking path? Billy Goat Gruff? Is there a troll near by? I said screw it and called his bluff, to my relief he ran. But this isn’t the end of my weird incidences for the night. After my one free drink I went back to the dorms to watch the stanky ocean air off of me. Half way through my shower the lights turn off in the bathroom. Being naked in the dark in a public place is a very scary thing. I’ve seen enough horror movies, and by seen I mean I’ve seen the previews for enough horror movies to know that someone was out there ready to kill me. Or the eco friendly motion censured lights had turned off…Either was a bad thing. I ran out of the shower completely naked and to my relief the lights turned on. So for the remainer of my shower I continued to shake my leg outside of the curtain every once in a while to ensure the lights remained on. My plan was working, or so I thought, turns out I hadn’t heard someone else enter the bathroom to put on their makeup in front of the mirror. So as this person was applying their makeup, every two minutes or so I can only assume they would see my bare wet leg hitch kick from inside the shower a couple of feet behind them. But that’s the good thing about being at a camp with thespians and actooors and writers, not too much fazes them.

Tonight we have a panel discussion featuring the director of… drum roll please… TWILIGHT!!! OMG. I just wish I had seen one of these movies prior to coming here so I could better understand what he’s talking about. I imagine he’s a pretty legit guy, this has got to be comparable to meeting the director of Harry Potter or Death Becomes Her. Talk about a great Saturday night!

Love always,
Kirstin Kristen Beester Bister