Summer Goals: Part 1 of 2 - CAMP

I shudder every time I hear the word "camp" because I went to a horrible day camp at my (semi-)local YMCA. I mean, if you are a mindless athletic drone who hates school, then there is nothing wrong with YCamp for you. But if you have even one ounce of creativity or even, I don't know, a PERSONALITY, you should not go there.* The only positive things that I ever got from YCamp were:

1. I learned how to swim.

(But, like, not from one of the councelors, like you would expect. No, I learned it from my best friend from camp, Taylor, who was on her school's swim team.)

2. I temporarily learned all of the names of the different types of Gatorade, and could pretty much tell which was which if I was subjected to a blind taste test.

(Temporarily. I don't remember anything anymore, except that I liked "the purple one" best. They've most definitely added more by now, anyway.)

3. I discovered Alternative music.

(Again, not from camp itself, but with Taylor. It all started with Metro Station, which is probably the worst example of alternative music, but whatever. We knew the words to all of their songs before Shake It became popular. I distinctly remember us standing next to each other rolling our eyes when people were dancing to Shake It when there were these Pool Dance things. I remember muttering, "Yeah, well, Control is better.")

Although all of those things are pretty epic, I learned to fear:

1. Dodgeball

(I was often the last person on my team due to my awesome avoiding skills. I was very good at the "dodging" aspect, but I simply could not, rather, CANnot throw. If you have never been in this position, I don't think you can really imagine the sheer terror. Basically, you're running around DEFENSELESS as approximately 10 people are throwing things at you. All the while your teammates, who stupidly got themselves out already, are SCREAMING at you to do something. Sometimes the camp councelors were merciful and just let the other team win. Most of the time, they did not.)

2. Kickball

(Again, I'm rather good at dodging, but not kicking/throwing/etc. Do I really have to explicate farther?)

3. Going underwater

(According to ma mère, I've always had a strange water thing. But I'm blaming camp for this one. Imagine younger me almost being drowned in a public swimming pool. Many times. Many MANY times. At least five times, per summer, for five years.)

What was I trying to say in this post? I don't know anymore. I don't think that the point was to talk all about camp...

OH!

I wanted to list my summer goals.** Alas, I have become far too lazy to do this right now.

Y'know what's fascinating? Watching yourself type in the reflection of your monitor. Amazing.***

What? Oh, rambling.

"Whoa, I feel just like we're losing control... But if you let go, I'll let go tonight." - Control, Metro Station****

-Jess

*Expect many more camp stories in the future, for I have an innumerable amount.
**You'll see sometime soon how all of the camp info ties into that. Trust me, it will make sense.
***It IS fascinating. In fact, as I type this, I am also watching myself type. I suggest trying it sometime.
****HAHAHAHAHA. Sorry, but I had to.