My Feet=Sore

Ugh, first day of lacrosse camp and I already want to shoot myself in the face. Not because of the actual lacrosse part of it, but simply because the people there are so unreservedly asinine. It really does make me want to die. No, better yet, "I hope you all die." Thanks, Connor. "I hate you all," works rather well too. Again, Connor. The fact that as soon as some of the other guys there discovered a telephone booth (sans telephone) the immediate speculation ranged from a booth for jacking off to a sex box...God. Yes, I realize they were kidding (hopefully), but nonetheless, the fact that many of them couldn't figure out what it actually was...Jesus, it makes me worry.

In some ways, no, actually, in many, it makes me realize how much fun WCATY was. Part of it is just the Nazi-ishness of the camp. Everyone in bed by 10, if you want to order a pizza you do it through one of the coaches; can't go out wandering after the evening session is over (granted, the desire to is minimal, given both the heat and the atrocious level of ugliness that pervades the campus). True, there are a boat load more kids here than at WCATY, but nonetheless. The idea that I would spend all of my free time reading was utterly foreign to most of the guys there. Again, disturbing, but not singularly surprising.

At least the actual lacrosse part of it was nice. I sucked horribly, at first, but I worked out most of the kinks, scored a goal right at the beginning of the game, and generally did quite well. Bungled two fast breaks, but at least the first one was due more to good defense than an out and out failing on my part. And there are a few guys from the Regents on my mini-team, which is also nice, though no Virnoche or Caleb. Oh well. We actually beat their team, which was nice.

I actually managed to get some writing done this morning, but that obviously isn't going to continue over the next few days. At least I don't have to get up super early. And I have AC, and no one else there does. It's kind of weird, not even making an attempt at being social, but I don't really care. Kind of like being back in middle school. But the thing is that I just have absolutely no interest in talking to anyone there other than Nick. I'm not going to try and pull shit like this at school, because there are people there that are actually fun to hang out with, but this does remind me why we were so antisocial during middle school. I look back sometimes and think it was asinine, but at least now I remember that there was a very legitimate reason for it, and at least now I don't regret it. Granted, I'll probably forget all of this eventually, but whatever.

[Deleted because better sense finally won through]

- Veracity Out -
My, what funny words we play with. Attached, for example, is deliciously mutable. Ah mutability...