Firstly, I'll explain the title. H.O.T. stands for Hold On To Your Crown, however, evidently, the last two letters were omitted so that the camp acronym could conform to the three letter tradition of our area's summer JT camps.
Now the facilities were, in my opinion, the best we've had so far. The chalet we stayed in resembled a giant chicken coop, the interior of which maintained the same theme. The lake out front provided us with kayaking, sailboating, and the occasional teeth-chattering swim.
Our camp guide, Hugo, was an amiable and humorous man with many talents, including acrobatic style dancing and sailboat piloting (for a time I was convinced that his purpose in bringing us sailboating was so he could tip us into the water or knock us over the head with he called "the BOOM". The gleam in his eye wasn't reassuring either).
The classes were convicting, as always, and the skits added a comical touch (except for the two skits I acted in, those were just embarrassing). As for the inspiration, it inspired, and the contributions of two new musicians, Amy and Laila, was a refreshing change (except for the few songs I played, that was just embarrassing).
The dance night went pleasantly well, and yes, I did go streaking after that. My original idea was to run through the dance floor butt naked while the strobe light was on, but a few minutes after my genius had concocted this idea, the strobe light was shut and the room was lit. Running nude through a forest path in the dark was thrilling, however, the sharp pebbles, lack of light and shoes, and the fact that I couldn't shout for fear of discovery, did dampen it slightly. I'm just glad I didn't trip.
Pictures should be posted soon, sadly, I'll have to leech off my friends photos since I took none of my own. My mom did bring a digital camera, and for a moment I was elated, until I discovered the memory card more-than-half full and the batteries more-than-half dead.
02 September 2006
01 September 2006
24 August 2006
My Sentiments Exactly 9:33 PM
We look before and after,-Percy Bysshe Shelley, To a Skylark
And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
23 August 2006
Lest I Forget 9:14 PM
When you are such a big part of someone's life, they never forget you, not even when you leave. A little part of you will always be a little part of them. A little part of you will always be a part of me.
What shall I say? There are certain things in this life I don't deserve, certain things I will never have; you were one of them. I never really blamed you, though. If I stop and ponder, I'll find that I bring all this upon myself.
Burn me, you said, but I drowned you instead. You fluttered out of my grasp as the dark depths swallowed you; alas, I have never shed a tear. Rest in peace, my love, hold my cracked heart of stone on this rocky floor, lie and gaze as diffused sunrays tickle the currents.
I deliver my eulogy in loving memory of what was, in fond appreciation for this gift you've given me, in triumph because of the better man you've made me, in quiet remembrance; lest I forget.
What shall I say? There are certain things in this life I don't deserve, certain things I will never have; you were one of them. I never really blamed you, though. If I stop and ponder, I'll find that I bring all this upon myself.
Burn me, you said, but I drowned you instead. You fluttered out of my grasp as the dark depths swallowed you; alas, I have never shed a tear. Rest in peace, my love, hold my cracked heart of stone on this rocky floor, lie and gaze as diffused sunrays tickle the currents.
I deliver my eulogy in loving memory of what was, in fond appreciation for this gift you've given me, in triumph because of the better man you've made me, in quiet remembrance; lest I forget.
Lest I Forget 9:14 PM
When you are such a big part of someone's life, they never forget you, not even when you leave. A little part of you will always be a little part of them. A little part of you will always be a part of me.
What shall I say? There are certain things in this life I don't deserve, certain things I will never have; you were one of them. I never really blamed you, though. If I stop and ponder, I'll find that I bring all this upon myself.
Burn me, you said, but I drowned you instead. You fluttered out of my grasp as the dark depths swallowed you; alas, I have never shed a tear. Rest in peace, my love, hold my cracked heart of stone on this rocky floor, lie and gaze as diffused sunrays tickle the currents.
I deliver my eulogy in loving memory of what was, in fond appreciation for this gift you've given me, in triumph because of the better man you've made me, in quiet remembrance; lest I forget.
What shall I say? There are certain things in this life I don't deserve, certain things I will never have; you were one of them. I never really blamed you, though. If I stop and ponder, I'll find that I bring all this upon myself.
Burn me, you said, but I drowned you instead. You fluttered out of my grasp as the dark depths swallowed you; alas, I have never shed a tear. Rest in peace, my love, hold my cracked heart of stone on this rocky floor, lie and gaze as diffused sunrays tickle the currents.
I deliver my eulogy in loving memory of what was, in fond appreciation for this gift you've given me, in triumph because of the better man you've made me, in quiet remembrance; lest I forget.
20 August 2006
I put the "pro" in "procrastination" 11:23 AM
I did have a little something something for you all about the HOT Camp I attended; but right now I'm entering a different camp, an MC/OC one of which I am god, class giver, inspirationalist, skit member, photographer, and team captain. Pray that the little guys won't eat me alive. Please.
Once that is over, I will be posting a post and some pictures of our JT camp, and then maybe a post and some pictures of this MC/OC one. Yes, I realize I haven't posted anything about Wordstock yet. You can spank me now.
Once that is over, I will be posting a post and some pictures of our JT camp, and then maybe a post and some pictures of this MC/OC one. Yes, I realize I haven't posted anything about Wordstock yet. You can spank me now.
11 August 2006
Of Critics and Toilets 6:36 PM
No one comments anymore. Why? Because they're either critics or toilets. But hey, it was worse when they were "anonymous cowards" or "blemishes".
Take no offense to the titles I have given you, they are meant in an affectionate way. Unless, of course, you are here to disagree with me, in which case you are a Toilet Critic.
(My current titles are actually parodies of the argumentative and better-than-you attitudes and style of many bloggers nowadays. And yes, I'm better than you. No? PROVE IT.)
Take no offense to the titles I have given you, they are meant in an affectionate way. Unless, of course, you are here to disagree with me, in which case you are a Toilet Critic.
(My current titles are actually parodies of the argumentative and better-than-you attitudes and style of many bloggers nowadays. And yes, I'm better than you. No? PROVE IT.)
