Hot and woozy...

TOM sucks and should die and never trouble me again. It dares to show up on the first day of a camping trip? Little bastard.

Anyway, camping was fun anyway, in a very subdued, finished two books and sat around awhile way. It was good because Kasia went with me. Otherwise it would have been the worst trip ever probably, because no other kids were there (and I mean not my stepsiblings, or real sibling when I say this). Kasia was in hell because she was reading Fast Food Nation and it was really boring. Then at the end of the trip she realized the last 50 pages or so are notes so she got halfway through it. More than halfway even.

And I killed her at James Bond a couple times (the card game I mean), and she killed me at WAr once, and James Bond a few times, we went to a chili cook-off (which is what passes for a fair in hicksville Massachusetts), and I bought a ginormous grape snowcone that I enjoyed immensely. And I finished reading the book Holes in a day and a half.

And there was glorious fire. And it was all, fiery and stuff. And we poked it with long sticks until they caught fire, again and again until the sticks were short.

And the bathroom was much to far away. For me at least.

But now I'm back, I've finished reading How to Survive Your Freshman Year in College by Hundreds of Heads books and recommend you all read it too, because a lot of the advice is amusing, and a lot of it is seriously helpful (especially the very serious topics of dating/sex, and parties/drinking, as well as food).

Oh and I feel like a very fuzzy animal has nested in my head, ie I feel hot and woozy, and rather sick to my stomach. I blame TOM.