goodbye

this is my last post before camp. im leaving tomorrow morning, and i just cant wait. goodbye, blog. see you in 8 weeks.

yes, i know i swore to keep up myth.

and i will, at camp. but an idea that i had a while ago keeps nagging me and one section is really begging me to write it. the story originally features time travel as a big element, and two giant corporations, but the section i want to focus on is the relationship between miss main character and mister next character. he kills her sister, she cant really do anything about it. she finds herself discovering he really is a wonderful person and possibly falls for him. im fuzzy on how she dies, but i have a basic idea on how they are lumped together and why the murder/manslaughter doesnt really matter. oh! maybe i could add that fish characteristic where they are participating in a big experiment! that could account for them being pushed together, but not the death. i need to plan this out.

i fisrt came back to this when i had this sort of daydream, but i was just poking around my subconscious for stories. i came across a pair laying on sodden earth just after a rainstorm, and mist floating on a gentle breeze. theyre fingers are interlocked, and the only light in this tiny wooded area is a sliver of moon, the night after a new moon. it is illuminating her face just enough for him to lean in and whisper, 'i didnt kill her, you know.'

i kinda started writing there, for a moment. and thats kind of how i tied that into the tt story. i dont know how they end up there, or where they go next, or why he had to protect ____ by taking the blame and her hate. just had an idea on how they got there. they are trying to get to someplace, (or are more likely fleeing another place) and are not in much of a hurry. she is still cold to him, but he can sort of sense her conflicting emotions. they take a break, and he notices that her pack (long journey, they had time to pack.) is bigger than his. he insists on switching, or taking some of her things into his bag, but she refuses. he tries to grab her bag but she snatches it away. they are wrestling, and finally collapse, exhausted. a drizzle sweeps through the trees (or it had started to rain, so they took a break under a denser patch of trees. if so, the moon is full but only a sliver reaches them. he notices the pack sizes after they set off, wrestling ensues.) and plasters their hair to their faces. they turn to face each other, and fall asleep. they wake up holding hands, and he announces the news.

so, thats chapter whatever summed up. i like it. i need to do some major plot development, but i have all of tomorrow off. and of course ill write.

i got my letter from my camp counselors today, and i think my jc is the girl i beat at a hp trivia contest when i was 10 and she was 15. thats gonna be weird, if its her. and yet again, i caught camp smell. i think im losing whats left of my mind.

shrek

well, this is the longest blog break i've had in a while, which is pretty pathetic. but, to blogging. i watched shrek 4 on sunday, and i can say completely honestly that it was horrible. the characters that were important in this movie and extras in the others were drawn in completely different ways, which is driving me nuts. i mean, rumpy-stiltskin was my favorite character in the 3rd movie, and the pied piper was cute in the first, but in the 4th they were annoyingly different. and the plot didnt fit in with any of the other movies. they didnt include anyone from the 3rd, more or less, and they were cocky about selling their movie. i mean, even if it stood alone i didnt like it that much. the 'finding your true love' thing was very messed up. the first was is and as alway will be the best. and that goes for all movies, and a few books.

i havent done much writing, actually i havent done any. and every one i know is a dense, irritating, miniature beast of burden. which, of course, makes it all that much worse. and then camp. ah, camp. cant wait, even though the forced sonnet i wrote (for school; hence the 'forced') suggests otherwise. i think ill post it, even though it is vaguely terrible. i dont like sonnets.

My sole retreat, my home away from home.

I just wish Ramah was a bit cleaner.

The pool hates my hair, too much for a comb.

Though it’s better than here watching Dreamer,

Toilets clog almost every day here.

No one is quite sure what is in the meals.

Poo is left like a gift by all the deer.

Really wish I could get a better deal.

Maybe a camp without the horrid smell?

Maybe if the mold wasn’t here to stay?

Though they gave me the flu, the nurses mean well.

It’s where my friends are, but is there a way

For me to stay at Ramah with my friends

And eradicate the stench that never ends?

im sure you love it. im not saying i do, cause i dont, but ah well. i think i have to read it aloud in class tomorrow. fun.

camp smells

today while walking to lunch, i got a brief whiff of camp-smell. it was strange, and it only lasted for a moment. i stood stock still and waited for it to come again, sniffing in vain. it was odd, to say the least.

we didnt do much today. now that i think about it, other than the camp-smell, there isnt anything for me to blog about. im going to go write after this, and fix up what i have on paper. i might visit some other note-worthy blogs. i just dont know.

oh, wait! i know it is of no interest to anybody, but i saw leo and kim talking in the halls twice today, right after she wrote on her blog that he had been ignoring her. hmm... maybe theyve made up. i think ill check her blog first.