Friday, January 28, 2011
What Would I Do For A Smoke Now? ANYTHING
So first of all my flight from Chicago to Fort Wayne was delated for an hour.. Then finally they let us on to board. I took 3 gravol to knock me out. I vaguely remember getting woken up cause everyone was getting off the plane. Oh well fantastic I just slept through the whole flight. Why are we stopped so far away from the airport though? Oh wait, as I slowly get my bearings I realize we only moved 100 yards. The left engine was refusing to work. Wonderfulll... So we all must deplane and walk back to the gate. My feet are already killing cause im wearing high new boots. So we finally walk back in and go back upstairs.. Instead of my hair being nice and wavy like I spent 2 hours working on, it's more curly and frizzy now. My vagina was more excited to get to Fort Wayne then I was I think. I swear I was about to have a wet dream on the plane when I was so rudely iinterrupted by people exiting the plane. Thanks Chicago O'Hare, I'll be sure to send a suicide bomber your way soon.
Now We're In New Yorkkkkkk
Im actually in Chicago, but theres so many black people here i feel like im in New York. I was just in the bathroom with my curling iron plugged in while i tried to perfect my makeup, I must of looked like such a tool to all the women who came in. I had 2 hours to kill here so I went to a bar and ordered some grub and had a drink. By grub, I mean I practically ordered half a cow and half a pig. It was a southern burger and it was probably as big as my head and the bacon was so thick. Now my stomach is doing summersalts and it feels like my ass will turn into a waterfall. Flight to Fort Wayne is boarding now... I wonder if Jake will actually be on time to get me...
Social Anthropologist
I've come to realize that I thoroughly enjoy watching people. I'm sitting in the St.John's airport just looking at those around me and i'm really enjoying it. I make all these assumptions based on appearance mainly, but it's fun to try and figure out what they do, if their single, are they happy, those kinds of things. St.John's airport is always totally different from any other airport. I mean, I know thats to be expected but most times you will see the same type of people in Chicago airport as you would with a New York airport. Newfoundland definitely lands itself in a whole new category. Most people are overweight here, including myself. But most people are obese here. Not morbitly obese, just obese. I came to the airport pretty dressed up, well boots, leggings, long shirt with belt, hair done nice. I stick out like a sore thumb. Im sure my height helps me stand out, but I feel like im a tourist attraction. Maybe this is how black people feel here.
The only reason I got ready to this extent is because Jake will be picking me up in Indiana tomorrow. Im pretty apprehensive about it. Basically because I know I shouldn't hook up with him, and I knowits inevitable. I don't have much self control in that area. Either way though, whether its right or wrong,
but im sooooo horny it doesn't really matter. And I can never say no to Jake hes too hot. And im too head over
heals for the guy! I wish I could program him out of my head for good.
Flight to Toronto is finally boarding.. I better go stand in line and hope I don't have diarrhea on this flight.
Because diarrhea is my number one travel companion.
The only reason I got ready to this extent is because Jake will be picking me up in Indiana tomorrow. Im pretty apprehensive about it. Basically because I know I shouldn't hook up with him, and I knowits inevitable. I don't have much self control in that area. Either way though, whether its right or wrong,
but im sooooo horny it doesn't really matter. And I can never say no to Jake hes too hot. And im too head over
heals for the guy! I wish I could program him out of my head for good.
Flight to Toronto is finally boarding.. I better go stand in line and hope I don't have diarrhea on this flight.
Because diarrhea is my number one travel companion.
And The Actual Retail Price Is... Free??
Went shopping tonight. Wish I was a millionaire so I could buy whatever I wanted. I think I would buy liposuction first, then boob job followed by a nose job. Also a bathtub filled with cocaine would fit right in between lipo and boob job. Going to the mall is depressing because not only am I reminded about how many beautiful outfits my body won't fit into, but how unfashionable the majority of my clothes are. I need to win lots of money so I can buy all these nice things. But until then I will have to settle for stealing a few shirts and throw in a pair of boots. I didn't intend on stealing clothes when I first went to the mall. Actually... I sort of did. Once I slipped one shirt in my purse and I got away with it I felt like I got a high off it. Like what you watch on intervention. Scary. But hey it could be worse, it could be crystal meth im getting high off right? Ill stick with stealing clothes.. and boots. For now anyways.
Can You Defer An Already Deferred Exam?
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I Shouldn't Be Allowed On The Roads
So this morning after working at homecare all night, I get home and get ready for another day of work at Coras. While i'm getting ready Tammy calls me and tells me we are not busy and don't bother coming in. Greatttt. I didn't want to go anyways. So I play on my laptop for a couple hours until I hear my phone ringing. Its tammy telling me to come down asap cause their crazy busy. I get up and quickly try to make myself look presentable. When I feel like i've reached an appearence that was satisfactory I left my house. I walked into a winter wonderland. It was snow covering the ground, greesy and slippery. I was driving a little too fast and noticed the car was slipping a bit so I slowed down and went at a slow pace. I drove the same way I always do not thinking I should take a route with no hills. I start coming down a slope and im supposed to take a right turn. The car is not turning, it is just going straight. I quickly switched the car into low gear and it did slow down even more but not enough. I slide straight up onto the curb. Bang. It made quite some noise and caught the attention of many onlookers. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck was all I could think. Not again. Dad is going to fucking kill me! I jumped out and checked out the damage. Not too bad. The hubcap was off, but hey it will be nothing for me to put that on. I grab the hubcap and put it in the car. A older man rushes over to see if I'm okay. I told him I was fine and its not serious at all. He told me that I should call a tow truck cause the car is not going to move. I looked at him like he had 10 heads, what an idiot! I only went up on the curb i just have to back up and go on my merry way. I jump in the car, slide it into reverse and hit the gas. The screetching noise that filled the air was horrible. The car was on but the tires wouldn't move. I kept trying and the the car filled up with a smoky aroma so I thought it was best to stop. I got out again and the man was still there and told me I best call someone and put on my emergency lights. Great. Fucking great. The only car I can drive these days i've ruined it. So I call moms cell phone. Felt like it was ringing forever! Finally she answered. My parents always seem to have a 6th sense about when I get in accidents. What's wrong she asked. I quickly recited what happened to her and I got the exact reaction I got the other few times. "Ashley not again! YOu've got to be kidding me. Your always getting in accidents what did you do. Jesus christ, etc, etc". I couldn't even continue the conversation cause i had so many people streaming over asking if I needed help. I just told them all I was fine until they continued on their way. One man was persistant. He was a good looking man, about 30, had a nice leather jacket on. Very clean cut looking and he smelled nice. He advised me to get out of the car because if I sat there it would be dangerous in case another car slides into mine. So I took his advice and got out and waited for my dad to come to the rescue. When we crossed the street to the mans car, my dad was just coming around the corner like he was a vulture looking for a prey. He spotted me. With a look of death in his eyes. This will not be a pleasant day. Definitely not. Me and my new friend walked over to the car as dad parked the camery and walked over. He was a comical sight. He had tight black spandex on with a bright red running vest a hat on. He looked comical to me anyways. Until I looked at his face. He was sooo pissed! He came over and started questioning me about why I drove the way I did, and that I must of been driving like a bat out of hell, etc. Then finally he noticed I had a man standing next to me so he attempted to be civilized. They guys decided to push the car back and foot or so, so I could drive around the the curb and get to the other side of the street where there was a parking lot we could leave the car. Dad and 3 strangers pushed the car back no problem but then the car wouldn't really roll ahead any. We had 2 people join the crowd so dad assumed that we would have no trouble rolling it accross the street. So dad decided he was going to stop traffic and let the 4 big men push the car wth me sitting in it. He goes to the middle of the road and holds both his arms out, quite obvious to any new onlooker what was going on. A woman in her early 30's driving a SUV was not slowing down very much and looked like she was going to hardly give me any room to get the car out. So dad like a savage yells, "JESUS CHRIST WOMAN STOP YOUR FUCKING CAR. CANT YOU FUCKING SEE ME STANDING HERE! BACK THE FUCK UP!!!" .. Oh god. Was this really happening. Did dad just yell that at the top of his lungs with all these people around. Yup he certainly did. Jonny G. Thats him. The guys were all shocked just staring and him and he glanced over our way and they all started pushing again. But nothing. Not one bit of movement. The transmission was totally gone and the rims were all bent up. This car was not going anywhere unless there was a tow truck. So dad waves the woman forward to gesture for her to continue, it was no use in holding up traffic. But this woman wasn't having any bit of it. She jumped out of her car yelling at dad, "What is your problem. Why did you yell at me? You need to control your temper I should call the police and have them come arrest you". Surprisingly dad looked rather sheepish and just said "Sorry lady i didnt think you were going to stop. Have a good day.". She started walking back in her car after that but she was continuing to mutter under her breathe about a crazy man in spandex. The men all left us and dad called a tow truck. I jumped in the car with mom and let dad stand outside the car for what ended up being 50 minutes until a tow truck came. I went in to work completely shaken up thinking I was going to have to cancel my California trip altogether. I cant afford to give dad money for a new car. I went around work pretty useless all day thinking about how I could make money fast. If I had a good body I would have gone straight down to the Cotton Club and asked them to put me on for a week. After a few hours went by and it was time to come home I was feeling much better. Afterall it was an accident. And there were a million people talking about accidents that happened today so I felt a little better. Surprisingly dad picked me up and he wasnt mad. Said he understood it was an accident and I just gave him money for the tow truck. I could still go on my trips. But I no longer have a car to drive...
Flashback to June - Aug 2007
I didn't have to go to work this morning. So instead of studying for the deferred exam I have on Monday, why not try and sum up my entire summer of 2007 in one blog.
This was my first summer out of Newfoundland on my own. I was 18 and not used too traveling at all. Luckily I had my sister Sara with me, and 2 of our friends Billy and Brett coming along. It was all my idea to go to this camp, after all Adam was the one who told me about it. So of course once I told my family about this great camp I'm going to go too, Sara wanted to tag along. I loved the fact that Billy and Brett were coming though, just I wasn't to struck on Sara coming along. Who wants their skinnier, prettier sister going to an all boys summer sports camp with them anyways?
When we arrive it was like heaven the first week. Hot guys everywhere!!! And seriously only a scattered girl here and there. I think the ratio was 125 male staff and 19 female staff and 10 of them were over 40. So if you couldn't find a boyfriend at this camp there was something seriously wrong.
The camp is in the Berkshires in Massachusettes. Pittsfield was the town. Pittsfield felt like the equivalent of the Goulds in Newfoundland. Okay, maybe not the goulds but definitely Mount Pearl. There was hardly anything to do there!
I stayed at camp during the days. My job was a camp nanny. I had 2 young girls I had to take care of while their mom's worked at Winadu. I had a really easy job. Until the management decided it would be best for us to go to the girls camp, Danbee during the days. Why would I want to go to an all girls camp? I was rotted. I signed up for this all boys camp not to be carted off to a camp where it was female infested. I listened and did what I was told though and went to this all girls camp pretty much everyday. I mean it wasn't that bad, just I was the new counselor there and everyone already new each other and formed their groups. I did make a couple close girlfriends while I was there, and they kept me sane from 9am-5pm.
Winadu started off pretty slowly for me. I was meeting lots of hot guys from all over the world, but generally our introductions would be followed by, "your sister is so hot! hook me up". Sorry guys but that is not something I want to hear! Whenever I would hear that i would feel like throwing rocks and their heads.
I did make some really great friends the first week like Lindsay and Kayleigh who I was living with in a cabin. Me and Sara shared a teenie tiny room in the cabin but at least ours had a door on it.
So at the end of the first week of camp I had finally found myself a smokin hot, muscular, tall, dark, handsome athletic guy to spend my summer with. Right? Wrong! Instead I found myself a short, english, geeky maintenance guy. I wish I was joking. His name was Rory. Now referred to as the "r" word, between me and Jonnie.
Jonnie was also a maintenance guy. Except Jonnie was a beautiful maintenance guy. He, like Rory, was also from England. They both lived together in a tiny cabin that had worms everywhere. I started hanging out with Rory more and more and then the rumors started flying around camp about us. I defnitely wore the pants in that fling. He was always asking what are we, is this going to lead into something more? I wanted to smack him whenever he would ask something like that, I kind of knew how guys must feel when their asked that. My answer was you can be my camp boyfriend if it will make you happy. It worked for him! So I guess I had my first camp boyfriend.
We messed around for about 3 days. 3 days. That was it. I couldn't take it. We were in to the second week of camp and I was starting to get crushes on other boys, more beautiful boys. I didnt want to stay in Rorys little tiny smelly cabin with him. So I started distancing myself away from him. I wouldn't make time for him, and in the evenings I would go to the bar we called the Depot.
I started talking to the Basketball Area head Jimmy more and more. He was 6"8, tanned, blonde hair, not a beautiful guy but he was a step up from Rory. He was an authority figure which was what i liked. He, like many other camp boys would ask if I was with Rory but I would deny it, that when I knew i had to stop the whole Rory situation. The only catch with Jimmy was... he was engaged. But thats not a big deal? I mean I don't have to ever meet his fiancee! Or see her. So I can just pretend she doesn't exist.. right?
Week 3 begins and Rory corners me and askes whats going on and why I havent been spending time with him. So we sit down in the computer room and chat for a bit. And before I could break the news to him he grabbed my hand and playfully said "love you ashley".
Run, hide get out of there!!!!!! Run awayyyyyy.... Did he really just say that? I knew he was still damaged from an ex girlfriend but did he really just say that? Maybe it was a joke. But it didn't seem like a joke. I made up some stupid excuse like any other coward would do and I left the room and never looked back. I didn't even give the boy a proper breakup I just totally avoided him until he caught on. It was very mean of me to do that, but cmon I was only 18 and surrounded by hot men all day everyday. My judgement was polluted.
Jimmy and I started talking more and more and the days progressed. He would even talk to me about his fiancee (usually when he was drunk). One night in particular he was super drunk at the depot telling me about how she was on a cruise with her girlfriends and he was convinced she was cheating on him. I dont know if this was all true or if this was his scheme to get me into bed with him. But either way it worked. I got a ride back to camp with him and another couple guys. Jimmy had his own room in the lodge (where no girls were allowed to be) where 4 of us continued back to his room to drink. It didnt take the other 2 guys long to realize that what me and jimmy went back to the room for was not to drink, not alcohol anyways. They left shortly and it wasn't long before Jimmy and I were ripping each others clothes off and jumping into his bed.
And Jimmy still holds his record for the biggest penis I have ever seen. It was huge. It was a monster, a one eyed cyclopse, an extra leg, ok.. ill stop now. You get the hint. I had tears streaming down my face once he finally worked that thing into my body. I couldn't even really enjoy it. I was too young. I didn't appreciate sex like I do now. I was having sex with him so I could say I had sex with one of the Head guys. I mean im sure some part of me had to enjoy it but I can always remember only wanting to have sex once, that was always enough. And i would always make up excuses why I couldn't fuck him because I was busy. And that is not the real Ashley! Very few rumors circulated about myself and Jimmy. Whatever ones did were shut down immediately before they could make their rounds. Jimmy was an intimidating guy so no one wanted to start rumors and have to answer to him anyways. Did I mention Jimmy was 28? Yeah he was 10 years older than me. So when I he was 22 I was 12. hmmm that doesn't sound right. ..
We were about halfway through camp in the fourth week when we had parent visiting day. Thats when all the parents of the campers and significant others for the area heads and higher manaement would come visit. Boy did I ever get a shocker that day. I walked in the dining hall with my two little rugrats to get them some lunch. They ran over to our usual table while I went and got us some Lunch. By the time I got our lunches and walked back to the table the girls had left me a seat at. There was only one spot at the table. I was sitting next to Jimmy and across from his fiance.. Great. When you don't know what the other girl looks like, talks like, how she looks at him, its much easier to screw around with him. But now shes a real person. Who's extremely nice and is constantly saying how much she loves the man im fucking. Then to make matters worse she starts talking about the wedding. I thought I was going to be sick. Don't think this situation could get any worse. Wrong. Jimmy decides he wants to get frisky under the table. So he starts sliding his hand up my shorts. I was mortified. Normally I probably would enjoy this, but not under these circumstances. I kept smacking his hand away non-chalently but he just thought I was being playful. Finally when he tried for a second finger I pushed his hand down and jumped up to go to the bathroom. Probably the first time I ever didn't finish a deep fried chicken meal.
The summer was reaching an end. I didn't want it to end at all. I loved camp, I loved all my new friends and the routine. I didn't want to go back to cold Newfoundland and go to MUN. I loved all the attention the boys gave me. I dont care if their only giving me attention cause im one of the only girls at camp, whatever, attention is attention right?
I was starting to sleep with Jimmy less and less. No reason in particular, it wasn't even because of the fiance. I wish that was the reason but I didnt seem to let that bother me too much. I just didn't really like him like that so I never really wanted to have sex. Plus he was a nympho and I knew if I went to sleep for a night we would actually not sleep at all.
The guys at camp were starting to like me more than Sara. And I was enjoying every minute of it. They started saying that she was a bitch and had a shit personality and somehow it made me feel so much better about myself. I guess in some cases personality does count for something right?
When camp was over it was a sad time for me. Camp made me feel good about myself. I enjoyed what I was doing and I enjoyed the people I was surrounded with. I was positive I was going back next year. I already told the directiors I would be back and they were happy to have me. They didn't know their innocent 18 year old camp nanny was whoring around with the engaged basketball head. I preferred to keep it that way. After camp I travelled to New York and Miami with my friends from England....
This was my first summer out of Newfoundland on my own. I was 18 and not used too traveling at all. Luckily I had my sister Sara with me, and 2 of our friends Billy and Brett coming along. It was all my idea to go to this camp, after all Adam was the one who told me about it. So of course once I told my family about this great camp I'm going to go too, Sara wanted to tag along. I loved the fact that Billy and Brett were coming though, just I wasn't to struck on Sara coming along. Who wants their skinnier, prettier sister going to an all boys summer sports camp with them anyways?
When we arrive it was like heaven the first week. Hot guys everywhere!!! And seriously only a scattered girl here and there. I think the ratio was 125 male staff and 19 female staff and 10 of them were over 40. So if you couldn't find a boyfriend at this camp there was something seriously wrong.
The camp is in the Berkshires in Massachusettes. Pittsfield was the town. Pittsfield felt like the equivalent of the Goulds in Newfoundland. Okay, maybe not the goulds but definitely Mount Pearl. There was hardly anything to do there!
I stayed at camp during the days. My job was a camp nanny. I had 2 young girls I had to take care of while their mom's worked at Winadu. I had a really easy job. Until the management decided it would be best for us to go to the girls camp, Danbee during the days. Why would I want to go to an all girls camp? I was rotted. I signed up for this all boys camp not to be carted off to a camp where it was female infested. I listened and did what I was told though and went to this all girls camp pretty much everyday. I mean it wasn't that bad, just I was the new counselor there and everyone already new each other and formed their groups. I did make a couple close girlfriends while I was there, and they kept me sane from 9am-5pm.
Winadu started off pretty slowly for me. I was meeting lots of hot guys from all over the world, but generally our introductions would be followed by, "your sister is so hot! hook me up". Sorry guys but that is not something I want to hear! Whenever I would hear that i would feel like throwing rocks and their heads.
I did make some really great friends the first week like Lindsay and Kayleigh who I was living with in a cabin. Me and Sara shared a teenie tiny room in the cabin but at least ours had a door on it.
So at the end of the first week of camp I had finally found myself a smokin hot, muscular, tall, dark, handsome athletic guy to spend my summer with. Right? Wrong! Instead I found myself a short, english, geeky maintenance guy. I wish I was joking. His name was Rory. Now referred to as the "r" word, between me and Jonnie.
Jonnie was also a maintenance guy. Except Jonnie was a beautiful maintenance guy. He, like Rory, was also from England. They both lived together in a tiny cabin that had worms everywhere. I started hanging out with Rory more and more and then the rumors started flying around camp about us. I defnitely wore the pants in that fling. He was always asking what are we, is this going to lead into something more? I wanted to smack him whenever he would ask something like that, I kind of knew how guys must feel when their asked that. My answer was you can be my camp boyfriend if it will make you happy. It worked for him! So I guess I had my first camp boyfriend.
We messed around for about 3 days. 3 days. That was it. I couldn't take it. We were in to the second week of camp and I was starting to get crushes on other boys, more beautiful boys. I didnt want to stay in Rorys little tiny smelly cabin with him. So I started distancing myself away from him. I wouldn't make time for him, and in the evenings I would go to the bar we called the Depot.
I started talking to the Basketball Area head Jimmy more and more. He was 6"8, tanned, blonde hair, not a beautiful guy but he was a step up from Rory. He was an authority figure which was what i liked. He, like many other camp boys would ask if I was with Rory but I would deny it, that when I knew i had to stop the whole Rory situation. The only catch with Jimmy was... he was engaged. But thats not a big deal? I mean I don't have to ever meet his fiancee! Or see her. So I can just pretend she doesn't exist.. right?
Week 3 begins and Rory corners me and askes whats going on and why I havent been spending time with him. So we sit down in the computer room and chat for a bit. And before I could break the news to him he grabbed my hand and playfully said "love you ashley".
Run, hide get out of there!!!!!! Run awayyyyyy.... Did he really just say that? I knew he was still damaged from an ex girlfriend but did he really just say that? Maybe it was a joke. But it didn't seem like a joke. I made up some stupid excuse like any other coward would do and I left the room and never looked back. I didn't even give the boy a proper breakup I just totally avoided him until he caught on. It was very mean of me to do that, but cmon I was only 18 and surrounded by hot men all day everyday. My judgement was polluted.
Jimmy and I started talking more and more and the days progressed. He would even talk to me about his fiancee (usually when he was drunk). One night in particular he was super drunk at the depot telling me about how she was on a cruise with her girlfriends and he was convinced she was cheating on him. I dont know if this was all true or if this was his scheme to get me into bed with him. But either way it worked. I got a ride back to camp with him and another couple guys. Jimmy had his own room in the lodge (where no girls were allowed to be) where 4 of us continued back to his room to drink. It didnt take the other 2 guys long to realize that what me and jimmy went back to the room for was not to drink, not alcohol anyways. They left shortly and it wasn't long before Jimmy and I were ripping each others clothes off and jumping into his bed.
And Jimmy still holds his record for the biggest penis I have ever seen. It was huge. It was a monster, a one eyed cyclopse, an extra leg, ok.. ill stop now. You get the hint. I had tears streaming down my face once he finally worked that thing into my body. I couldn't even really enjoy it. I was too young. I didn't appreciate sex like I do now. I was having sex with him so I could say I had sex with one of the Head guys. I mean im sure some part of me had to enjoy it but I can always remember only wanting to have sex once, that was always enough. And i would always make up excuses why I couldn't fuck him because I was busy. And that is not the real Ashley! Very few rumors circulated about myself and Jimmy. Whatever ones did were shut down immediately before they could make their rounds. Jimmy was an intimidating guy so no one wanted to start rumors and have to answer to him anyways. Did I mention Jimmy was 28? Yeah he was 10 years older than me. So when I he was 22 I was 12. hmmm that doesn't sound right. ..
We were about halfway through camp in the fourth week when we had parent visiting day. Thats when all the parents of the campers and significant others for the area heads and higher manaement would come visit. Boy did I ever get a shocker that day. I walked in the dining hall with my two little rugrats to get them some lunch. They ran over to our usual table while I went and got us some Lunch. By the time I got our lunches and walked back to the table the girls had left me a seat at. There was only one spot at the table. I was sitting next to Jimmy and across from his fiance.. Great. When you don't know what the other girl looks like, talks like, how she looks at him, its much easier to screw around with him. But now shes a real person. Who's extremely nice and is constantly saying how much she loves the man im fucking. Then to make matters worse she starts talking about the wedding. I thought I was going to be sick. Don't think this situation could get any worse. Wrong. Jimmy decides he wants to get frisky under the table. So he starts sliding his hand up my shorts. I was mortified. Normally I probably would enjoy this, but not under these circumstances. I kept smacking his hand away non-chalently but he just thought I was being playful. Finally when he tried for a second finger I pushed his hand down and jumped up to go to the bathroom. Probably the first time I ever didn't finish a deep fried chicken meal.
The summer was reaching an end. I didn't want it to end at all. I loved camp, I loved all my new friends and the routine. I didn't want to go back to cold Newfoundland and go to MUN. I loved all the attention the boys gave me. I dont care if their only giving me attention cause im one of the only girls at camp, whatever, attention is attention right?
I was starting to sleep with Jimmy less and less. No reason in particular, it wasn't even because of the fiance. I wish that was the reason but I didnt seem to let that bother me too much. I just didn't really like him like that so I never really wanted to have sex. Plus he was a nympho and I knew if I went to sleep for a night we would actually not sleep at all.
The guys at camp were starting to like me more than Sara. And I was enjoying every minute of it. They started saying that she was a bitch and had a shit personality and somehow it made me feel so much better about myself. I guess in some cases personality does count for something right?
When camp was over it was a sad time for me. Camp made me feel good about myself. I enjoyed what I was doing and I enjoyed the people I was surrounded with. I was positive I was going back next year. I already told the directiors I would be back and they were happy to have me. They didn't know their innocent 18 year old camp nanny was whoring around with the engaged basketball head. I preferred to keep it that way. After camp I travelled to New York and Miami with my friends from England....
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