Looks like August was a tad too apathetic. . .

Oh, hello again, dear reader! I must apologize for my extended hiatus from blogging. I've spent the vast majority of August trying to soak-up what I could of my short-lived summer. But alas, summer is over yet again. Within 24 hours I will no longer be sitting on an oversized sofa in my basement; rather, I'll be in my apartment with my four best friends. Can't complain, really. . . .


So I really don't have much to say right now. I'm sure the fall will bring many stories worth sharing. Until then, enjoy the earthquakes and hurricanes that accompany the depressing end of the summer season. . .

Summer Apathy

Hello again, dear reader. Well, it appears that I've reached that lazy point in my summer that fills me equally with boredom and apathy. I'm enjoying being a noncontributing lazy bum. I spend my days working out and babysitting; but, mostly, sitting. While I feel extremely guilty about my lack of productivity, I can't help but revel in my laziness. For whatever reason, sleeping for absurd amounts of time, watching countless hours of tv, and wearing nothing but gym shorts and tank tops has an appeal to me.


Though I continue to make a to-do list, it is getting significantly longer before it gets shorter. I simply have no motivation (which I only feel a tad guilty about). The fact of the matter is that I spent the first half of my summer working my ass off and I'm about to spend the entire fall semester doing the same thing. I rightfully should have nothing to do. So, why do I feel god-awful about it?


I have roughly one month of summer left. In that time, I'm visiting my best friend at her lake house, teaching a week-long riding camp in Wisconsin, babysitting here and there, and slowly preparing myself for my junior year of college. Time is flying. . .. and I just don't know how I feel about it.

Home Again, Home Again

Hello, dear reader!

I must apologize for the large gap in time that I have failed to blog during. Remember that god-awful job I had up in middle-of-nowhere, Maine? Well, for the first time in my life, I gathered the courage to quit something. So, peace out Readfield.


I finally decided that the job was doing nothing for my resume or my happiness; so, why bother? I'm not back at home. I'm relishing in the luxury of seeing family and friends every day. I will say that this is my first time unemployed since I was legally able to work. .  ..I feel a little anxious about that. New topic.


So, I now have four [ish] weeks with which I may do what I please. I think I'm going to work on expanding my architecture portfolio. Why not use this time to take photographs and draw? Seems like a great way to enjoy the summer. Plus, if I want to get into a good grad school, I seriously need to step it up a notch.


I think I'm also going to spend an insane amount of time working out. . . here's to a summer of self-improvement!


I hope summer is treating you well. Aside from the extreme heat (today is 116 with the heat index!), I can't complain. Now that I have more time, I will undoubtedly have more to discuss soon. In the mean time, dear Sarah Palin: Please please stop being shitty. Thanks.

I was almost killed by a moose. . . .

Well, tonight we FINALLY had an early evening off. So, naturally we drank excessively. We then went to a random field to stargaze and GO FIGURE there was a moose. Enough said. Moose are scary.

Aren't things supposed to be improving. . . ?

Alas, dear reader, I am still stuck in middle-of-nowhere Maine at a camp that should be renamed a prison. I am spending my sleep-deprived days watching over 12 demonic oompa loompas and I'm afraid I still don't like it.

I really am trying, promise! The fact of the matter is that I absolutely hate this godforsaken place and I have a continuous countdown until I get the hell out. When I was offered other jobs right before I left, I should have taken them. WHY DIDN'T I TAKE THEM?

Well, no good is going to come from me sitting here complaining. So, I hope all of you are having wonderful summers. Fortunately, my torture should continue to provide some entertainment.

Today's fun fact: A girl asked me to "fetch her soup." I spit my salad out and then replied, "Not in a million years."

What, What, WHAT are you doing?

Oh dear reader, WHAT DID I GET MYSELF INTO?

It's official. The children have arrived. I am in a cabin with 12 little girls and 3 other counselors. Now, let me preface the following rant by saying that these girls are generally very sweet, kind, good-hearted girls. They want to have a summer of fun and enjoyment in the beautiful Maine wilderness. But. . . . they are going to be the death of me!

I just don't know what to do. Two of them have lice. Do you know what that means, dear reader? I wake up early to shampoo their hair. I scrub it and then pick the lice eggs out. But, don't worry, because that doesn't wake me up each morning. Oh no, dear reader. I have one girl who misses her mother SO MUCH that she wakes up vomiting from nervousness. Suffice to say that the infirmary and I are on a first-name basis on day 2.

Moving on, one of my cocounselors is SO sick that she is unable to move and has a temperature of 103. The poor dear is stuck in the infirmary. And, while I feel awful for her, that means that my cabin is one-down. The girls never stop screaming. They never stop running and yelling and moving and hitting and, to be honest, I just can't keep up. I'm really wondering whether I made the right choice in coming here this summer. While there are some blissful moments, I feel as though I'm so physically and emotionally exhausted that I'm missing out on the fun parts.

Perhaps I'm just so overwhelmed because it's only the second night with kids. I'm hoping, praying, and begging for it to get better. I just don't know if I have the patience to deal with 12 children 24/7 for the next 48 days. I'm so worried that I'll flip out and yell at them and get fired. To be honest, sometimes tough love needs to happen. Just because these children pay an absurd amount of money to attend this camp doesn't mean that they can be rude and/or disrespectful.

I apologize for ranting. But, I can't exactly express my views here. While I think that most of the counselors feel the same way, I don't want to become "the complainer." Rather, I'll become the "one who mysteriously disappeared because she couldn't handle summer camp." You know that movie Wet Hot American Summer? The reason that those counselors do drugs and drink excessively is because these children, these crazed children, have driven them to such measures. Now, I understand.

Oh, I'm so so so tired dear reader. I could rant on for hundreds of pages about my current contempt for this beautiful and seemingly utopian place. But, let's "be real" for a moment. Nobody is happy all of the time. Nobody should be allowed to be disrespectful. Not everyone can win at a game. If winning didn't matter, why would they keep score? Honestly.

Goodnight.

An Examination of Values. . . or Lack Thereof

Well, the first day-off for counselors has officially come and past. Little did I know that the entire day would be planned around drinking. While I do enjoy the occasional drink, it boggled my mind to see how highly prioritized alcohol was for my comrades. I, unfortunately, was unable to partake in festivities as I had to complete the barnwork. However, listening to the stories has me wondering if I really DO wish I'd gone.

On a slightly more serious note, I am truly disturbed about how my peers view alcohol. It is no wonder so many accidents occur within my age group, as it seems like the only thing everyone wants to do is get so drunk that they sleep with someone they barely know and spend the following day either vomiting or drinking more.


Drinking really can be fun, and safe. But, if my generation continues to binge drink, it will only bring harm. So stop being shitty twenty-somethings, and grow-up.