Fourth Session Blues

I'm starting to get these. The forth session blues. It's just that the previous session was SO MUCH FUN and such a luxury with 30 kids and 12 counselors that this current session is beginning to get frustrating! This session is "back to normal" with 10 counselors and 35 kids (doesn't seem like much of a difference, but it really is) and much more "normal" kids, meaning much more annoying kids. They are not as well behaved, older, and less respectful than the last group (but not nearly as bad as our second group - they sucked). Plus, I am super tired because I have been working so damn much (15 hour days at around...oh, $2 per hour) and my next days off, I am going to Bordeaux to visit McFly. Ha! I am crazy, I know. I think I might hate screaming children around the ages of 7 to 13 for a while when I get back. If you will be hanging out with me then, please spare me. (AKA: Let's not go to Bay Beach or Valley Fair or any place with kids for, uh, at least 2 weeks after I return. Thanks, bye. Sorry, pun with Brianna.) As for me, I really do have SO MUCH to blog, it's just that you must understand a few things...(1) I don't have a lot of time to blog because of my schedule! I am really busy and I am working hard and I honestly do not have more than 45 minutes of free time at any given moment during the day. At night, all I want to do is go to bed because I am entirely spent. My body craves sleep all the time, especially now when I am at the end. Also, I yearn for time alone. It has become a luxury and I will be so happy to have my own room again! (2) I have become an expert at keeping things to myself. I know it's hard to believe, but I have learned that sometimes, comments must be held to oneself. This was and still is a struggle for me, but I think it is slowly becoming normal for me to internalize my thoughts at camp. This also means that you don't get a lot of blogging because I am not really processing (or maybe I have just become increasingly lazy). In any case, be prepared when I come home because my mouth might just open and flow like Niagara Falls if plugged for 5 years with a gigantic cork. (Sorry about the simile.) So, as much as I would love to spend all day on the computer blogging my tales (most of which I have written down to blog at some point..maybe when I get back to the states), I JUST CAN'T. Thanks for understanding. Also, the good news is, I probably WILL start a blog while in Seattle. I find this an interesting and wonderful way to keep in touch with people on a large scale.

A few more things...this session, I am Silver Tornado, the American Village superhero that is determined to find the cleanest room at camp! I am bad, though. I am totally not feeling the character I have created - a woman who wears silver football pants with a blue shirt tied in a side knot (with ST - in ghetto brown tape - on the front) and two wigs stuffed in her ass to give her a huge butt with a high pony tale all stuffed into a golden crown that says "ST" on the front and silver eyeshadow and lipstick. Whew. I come out from backstage, shake my butt, do some "stir the soup" moves in a circle, and finish with the Worm...but, I just can't get into it. To be even more truthful, I hate it. Any ideas?

I already have my favorite kid, but I don't know if he will play out to be the favorite for the whole session. His name is Joey and he is so so cute! He is in my family and he is practically the only one in the group that even makes an attempt to speak any English at all. I think that all the boys love me again this session just because they have been so forward about asking me question upon question. The very first night (ARRIVAL, mind you), I was asked my age, my real name (!), and a few other questions of this variety. When the boys at my table found out that I was 22, they freaked out. This boy named Michael sat back in his chair very suavely and muttered in an unnaturally deep voice, "Wow, uh, you're young." Ha. Yeah, sure. I know I like 'em young, but not that young. Which brings me to yet another funny story... (sorry, a little PS) so last session, we were coming back from the pool on Valentines Day and I was asking all the boys if they loved me. Some were like, "Oh yes!" and some were like, "Oh no!" So, we got on the bus and I asked them again..."Do you love me?" I was so shocked when they started to say things like, "Koko, that's gross, you are a pedofile," and "You are Michael Jackson," and "Adults should not go out with kids," and "That's disgusting!" Keep in mind half of this was in French and half was in English, so I had to keep a straight face the whole time. It was so funny. I had to explain to them that in the US, friends tell each other "I love you" all the time. In France, they believe "love" is only between girlfriends and boyfriends. Ha. It was funny. But better told in person.

Another side note: Wheaty is starting to get on my nerves because he is really pretentious and it is annoying. VERY.

Booba loves me, I reckon. Ha, no, just kidding, but this is all drama that I won't go into now. Basically, I was third pickings after McFly and Big M. Seriously, I was so annoyed. Not because he didn't like me, but because McFly (mostly) and Big M (kinda) were like, "Oh, Booba wanted to make out with us over Koko, but we wouldn't makeout with him even if he were the last person on earth..." Seriously, why don't you try to make me feel DOUBLE BAD. The other thing is, Booba told me that, too, right before kissing me! Ah, the nerve! Plus, the actual kiss (well, there were 2) didn't have enough lip for my taste. (Ha.) It wasn't passionate enough. Oh well, at least I fulfilled my goal. But the thing is, he keeps looking at me weird and giving me these "eyes." I am serious and for sure. I don't know what to make of it, too many mixed signals...I feel like I am back in middle school or...back with Nick at my house in Mpls. Ha, what a treat. (Sorry, bad joke.) I am way too friggin cool to be putting up with this shit. Why are guys so drama! Please find me a man who is semi normal! AHHH.

I am such a nasty girl. I am sick of my clothes and am ready to do some serious shopping in my own closet. I am clean most of the time, but I feel dirty. Another side note. Sorry. Random.

I have to shower, it is for reals. I miss everyone so so so so much. A million kisses and hugs to all! I will try to blog as much as possible, so don't stop reading!

Love,

Silver Tornado