I really can't be bothered with a long post today, especially as I slowly realise very few people are actually reading my blog. Which is understandable, I never bother to read it.
So today just a quick update on my manliness. It's more or less gone. I can no longer sit without crossing my legs. And this week, for the first time, I casually used the word fabulous.
I don't know what's next. My ironic use of make-up and nail polish is seeming a lot less ironic.
No matter how much I watch the football and even when I talk about it afterwards it doesn't seem to help. The only thing left to do is have a barbecue and impregnate some woman.
Showing posts with label camp. Show all posts
Showing posts with label camp. Show all posts
Sunday, 20 June 2010
Wednesday, 27 August 2008
Camp Pt3
Continued from part 2. Finally.
I got woken up at half six and then went on a two hour car ride to get to a two and a half hour coach ride to stand around for about an hour to get on another coach for a six and a half journey to finally arrive at my destination at seven. We then had tea. After this we went for an hour walk, hung around a park for about half an hour, then walked back and got shown to our dorms and went to bed.
My sister was also there, though I didn't talk to her much as she was in a different activity group and there wasn't much time left for socialising during the day. It was a very different atmosphere to the camp before. For one the first camp had less than twenty five people, whereas this one had about a hundred. On the whole I think I integrated pretty well into my group.
By the end of the week I was very tired, having not slept properly for nearly two weeks. At one point I punched a wall because I was so tired, though I'm not sure exactly why.
When it was time to go I got packed and then when through the whole routine of getting there but in reverse, except that the second coach arrived at it's destination two hours late, and then I got onto a train which was having rail replacements so we then had to get on a coach for about an hour after which I was essentially home. Then I slept.
We now return to regular broadcasting.
I got woken up at half six and then went on a two hour car ride to get to a two and a half hour coach ride to stand around for about an hour to get on another coach for a six and a half journey to finally arrive at my destination at seven. We then had tea. After this we went for an hour walk, hung around a park for about half an hour, then walked back and got shown to our dorms and went to bed.
My sister was also there, though I didn't talk to her much as she was in a different activity group and there wasn't much time left for socialising during the day. It was a very different atmosphere to the camp before. For one the first camp had less than twenty five people, whereas this one had about a hundred. On the whole I think I integrated pretty well into my group.
By the end of the week I was very tired, having not slept properly for nearly two weeks. At one point I punched a wall because I was so tired, though I'm not sure exactly why.
When it was time to go I got packed and then when through the whole routine of getting there but in reverse, except that the second coach arrived at it's destination two hours late, and then I got onto a train which was having rail replacements so we then had to get on a coach for about an hour after which I was essentially home. Then I slept.
We now return to regular broadcasting.
Monday, 18 August 2008
Camp Pt2
Continued from part 1
So I got woken up at about eight to leave at half past, to get there for nine (at least I think they're the times, can't really remember). When I got there I saw a bunch of people standing in a dorm through a window pointing and yelling my name in excitement. So I figure they may have had some vague memory of me. When I got inside there was a collection of people standing about who appeared to have heard I was there, along with others who hadn't been there before wondering what was going on.
It was a sailing camp, so the days were split half sailing and half activities. Most of the rest of the week was spent by me being called a legend and playing ping-pong. At night me and Edward would have arguments while the rest of the dorm listened in silence. It was like a comedy double act, which is the only reason we did it. A lot more happened during the week, but I can't put most of it into words while keeping any sort of flow.
At the end of the week there was general sadness and stuff, then people slowly started to get picked up and go home. When I got home I had my stuff washed and went on the internet.
Then I had to pack again. The next day I was going on another activity camp. By this point I was tired as I was getting up at seven as opposed to my normal summer holiday of between noon and three, and I had been doing more stuff each day than I would have done in about a fortnight during the rest of the summer.
To be continued in part three.
So I got woken up at about eight to leave at half past, to get there for nine (at least I think they're the times, can't really remember). When I got there I saw a bunch of people standing in a dorm through a window pointing and yelling my name in excitement. So I figure they may have had some vague memory of me. When I got inside there was a collection of people standing about who appeared to have heard I was there, along with others who hadn't been there before wondering what was going on.
It was a sailing camp, so the days were split half sailing and half activities. Most of the rest of the week was spent by me being called a legend and playing ping-pong. At night me and Edward would have arguments while the rest of the dorm listened in silence. It was like a comedy double act, which is the only reason we did it. A lot more happened during the week, but I can't put most of it into words while keeping any sort of flow.
At the end of the week there was general sadness and stuff, then people slowly started to get picked up and go home. When I got home I had my stuff washed and went on the internet.
Then I had to pack again. The next day I was going on another activity camp. By this point I was tired as I was getting up at seven as opposed to my normal summer holiday of between noon and three, and I had been doing more stuff each day than I would have done in about a fortnight during the rest of the summer.
To be continued in part three.
Saturday, 16 August 2008
Camp Pt1
Two weeks ago I decided I should actually do something for a change so I went to the cinema to see Wall-E, which was quite good. Later I went to a disco which was better than I thought it would be. The first half sucked but then the band got there who were much better than I thought they would be.
I got home at eleven and got told by my parents that they had gotten a call from a holiday camp that I go to each year but this year it was full. They said someone hadn't turned up and asked if I wanted to go, which I did. So I had a shower, as I had been dancing a lot, got packed and went to bed.
To be continued in part two.
I got home at eleven and got told by my parents that they had gotten a call from a holiday camp that I go to each year but this year it was full. They said someone hadn't turned up and asked if I wanted to go, which I did. So I had a shower, as I had been dancing a lot, got packed and went to bed.
To be continued in part two.
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