ninety.two.

I leave at 5 in the morning. What a bittersweet day. Every year it's strange to leave my family and friends behind, for different reasons. This year is the same, strange in a different way. I'll miss them much.
There is so much change going on this year that sometimes I'm scared to let time slip by. I know I'll come back and things will be different and sometimes that's a hard feeling. Everyone is just getting all old and growned up.

However, I'm all happy to see the fellow. It's nice to have someone up there, a good face to see when I arrive.

Don bought me a free lunch at work my last day there. That was nice. He told me that I brought sunshine to the work place. Ohhh Donald. He is such a funny man, but really sweet too. In a funny way.

I suppose I'll see you later then, sometime in July or August. It'll be good to really get back to the old moleskine, one of the many reasons I love camp. Also, some good old-fashioned letter writing, with stamps and envelopes and handwriting.

I'll miss you & see you soon.

ninety.one.

We used to have this woman as our General Manager. She was Russian, and sometimes would talk Russian to us, mostly when she was angry. 

She was hilarious.

She told us that she thought Jack Nicholson was hot & said "Outstanding!" whenever something smelled or tasted good.

She doesn't work with us anymore.

Instead we have Don, the new GM. 

I'm happy that I don't actually have to work with Don, because then I can just really enjoy his strange quirks.

Like his rad little safari hat that he wears to block the sun. And wears inside. Or just carries it with him around the place.

And his insistence to take care of the big umbrellas outside and the huge gallons of milk even though he has a tough time of it.

Also, one time he stocked the change drawer for us. After he stocked it we had no pennies, one roll of quarters, one roll of nickels and forty dollars in dimes. All morning, Bethany [who works with him more and gets tired of his quirks] stomped around yelling "FORTY DOLLARS?! WHY THE HELL DID HE LEAVE US WITH FORTY DOLLARS IN DIMES?!?!" I just laughed. When Don came in she calmly told him that he had left us forty dollars in dimes. Don smiled, nodding his head and flopping his safari hat, telling Bethany that at least she was well stocked with dimes. 

My last day of work is in a week. I'll miss that place.

ninety.

flipped through some old photos today.
OLD old.
it's a really humbling experience. I was such a dork.
& I know everyone says that,
but
really. I was.
Moreso than you, I bet.
To top it all off, I know that I'm different now, i've grown & all, but I still am awkward sometimes.
you know?
like when teenagers haven't grown into their limbs and move funny?
that's me, now.
sometimes.
but i don't necessarily feel like that, I feel pretty comfortable in my own skin.
it's just when i see photos/videos of myself.
it's funny.
it's good.
back then, though, i thought i was hot stuff, so i would put myself in full view of the camera as often as possible
striking seemingly attractive poses.
[big mistake. they were not attractive.]

also, today i dug out my old camp shirts to wash before i bring them up again.
I've got a lot of them, I discovered.
Only eleven days until I see the fellow again.
He got lost in the woods a few days ago, but founds his way back out.
Ohhh Curtis...

Hmm. time to watch alias and eat oreos.
[i've gotten sucked in. what a great show.]