-ramblings from friday-
well that was an interesting week.
highlight: one of the mares starting to lactate (means a foal is coming in less than a week)
big surprise considering we only have gelded males, however it's a possibility...
...but it was a false pregnancy.
too bad, our site manager went around all morning with a ridiculous grin on his face, he was a bit downcast after the vet visited and checked her out. with as overloaded as he's probably feeling a new foal would be a wonderful surprise to brighten up summer...
low:
great scot, that was the most homesick camper ever...
so terrible, but she was acting normal by the end of the week, she really wasn't herself.
wonderful kid, yet crying constantly and refusing to do anything was ridiculous. she craved attention; the only thing that helped was to ignore it. of course i felt like a had no heart at all; i made another counselor check my pulse just to make sure i still had a heart.
other low:
it's remarkable that you do one simple thing wrong and feel sick for hours afterwards.
i'd seen the program director cart kids around in the golf cart like that; numerous other people aswell. i knew it was a two seater yet i thought someone sitting on the back with their feet in the tub and sitting on the back side was as safe as if there had been a seat.
...but i got talked to because of it.
when you almost never do anything wrong it leaves you quite unsettled when you do mess up.
-hours later-
where the hell do i figure out how much i owe in student loans, pay them off, and figure out how to have stuff automatically taken from my account?!?!
song for friday...
'la la la lie' by jack's mannequin.
not quite sure why.
but yeah.
-next day-
can i just say that spending four or five hours at the lake with your friends is wonderful?
wish i could do that more often.
while halfway to the buoy i realized that swimming those 3/400 meters wasn't the best idea while i was still exhausted, spending an hour and a half just tossing each other into the water and practicing various swimming strokes was worth it.
tossing the frisbee around later; throwing rocks at the frisbee like it was a clay pigeon and finding large rocks for my college track friend to shot-put into the water.
-sunday-
great scot, i need to take my plaid notebook to camp...
so many thoughts lost forever.
perhaps a shred of one or two shall be remembered from time to time. it's remarkable how vivid life and thoughts are, only to be forgotten.
time erodes all things it seems.
no, not erodes...
they're still there; the road signs are jut buried.
fallen down rather, suppose the undergrowth just got to them.
hmm.
when the forest is all burned down you can see the signs; you remember so much more.
and new life is promoted.
i'm not sure what all i learned in the last fire but refining is something that will always need to be done.
last friday i listened to 'the mixed tape' and 'la la la lie' while getting ready.
as i looked in the mirror i remembered one night not too long before i gave in and let myself like him; i was half discussing music with him and half tossing songs out to say 'i'm not your type stop liking me so we can just be friends'
i may have laughed with slight cynicism; yet the feel that i was finally myself again glinted in the mirror. haha, no, not cynicism... just being me.
'what the hell happened to the person tossing songs like that' i thought as i battled my acne with proactiv, of course putting the first-step facewash on in the form of a mustache.
...doesn't everybody do that?
...why do i wait to blog until it's time to leave?
hmm.
well, time to go, perhaps in our counselor game of water basketball i will keep my title as 'pit-bull' and with perfect form throw the six-foot some odd heavy set counselor with a beard once again.
that was epic.
excuse me, Epic.
deserves a capital E.
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