Hats

      Hats are good. They keep your head warm and can make you look better. Unless you're wearing a fedora with no suit. That makes you look autistic. The solution is not to avoid hats, but to wear suits more.
      I only made this post because I'm a bit upset that not everyone wears a hat and a suit. Actually I just made this post because I'm really tired and couldn't think of anything else to write about. Sorry. Here, use this blank space to write your own post on your screen:











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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.

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.