Okay people, I can't be the only one-

Camp part 1,

So, starting last summer I started going to a summer camp. But like, no education. Just a bunch of fun activities and food. It was the YMCA camp. That hopefully doesn't tell you anything about me.

This camp was one of my favorite things of summer, anyone who goes has to agree. But you know about corona right? This year was so weird because of that. Every one of my friends agreed and were constantly complained. It was low-key annoying. 

I am in the oldest level of children because I'm a mother fu- never mind. But back on track- we had to act all high and responsible for all the tenderfooted children. No ordinary person would understand that there is a joke right there--

Our groups merged with the other groups I was stuck in a group with the second oldest level. It was weird because we were all divided and shit. I mean real-deal divided with plastic fences and backpack things. Let me tell you how fun that was.

It wasn't that fun.

We were separated into groups inside the little mini categories and ughghghghgh. I was stuck under the same pavilion as my stinky little crusty musty dusty brother. So that was entertaining.

For those interested, I was in a lot of friend groups at camp just in case I got uncomfortable. My main group was my friends from the year before, a bunch of gay anime weebs that talk about gay and anime and cosplay and how they miss eachother.

It was annoying

Was not-

It was extremely annoying having to put up with their complaining whenever someone didn't come one day lemme give you that.

I also hanged out with a lot of guys because I don't have a weird habit of talking to the opposing gender like a foreign species. When you stop thinking of them like having conversations get so much easier. Thank you Jacks for being a freaking good child. 

Its e-girl_destiny--- oop---

My last 2 groups are summed as sporty girl child and counselors. And the other sum is book nerds that are very weird and fun.

There's way more but I'll save it for next time as motivation for there to be the next time, aye?