Dear Diary,
My piddily blog seems inappropriate in the wake of upsetting world events, but life must go on, as the four American diabetes association workers playing a rousing game of doubles ping pong next to me are showcasing. a lot goes on in this staff lounge... like meetings. and ping pong.
I thought of a new name for the inane group of "counselors in training" that have come to make my life miserable. C.I. Twits. I really really hope that i am the first person to think of that ever in history. Probaby not, because CIT's have a history of being twits. overgrown campers who are way too enthusiastic and get to think of their own camp names like "meatball" here is a prime example of their twitiness. On the overnight that my cabin took, there was a squabble between the girls over a particular play in ultimate frisbee. one ran off crying, and i went over there after a minute to calm her down, like a good counselor would. well the CITwits came over and put on their best condescending voices with their hands on their knees, and asked if we were in need of any help. MEANING- these 15 year olds thought i was i camper!! I could have wrung one of their puny necks, but i didn't. good thing too, that could have gotten ugly.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
I have been spending some time with the most irritating child in america lately, but i just like to think of it as an opportunity to get really good at being a camp counselor. You have to be consistent, quick, and reasonable. but sometimes you just want to scream, "WERE YOU RAISED BY WOLVES??!!" i don't see this particular kid needs to challenge everything, even good stuff! today was sleep in breakfast, where the counselors bring breakfast to the cabin at like 9:30 for the campers. sweet deal, right? that's what i thought too. but this girl still complains about getting up even though it's two hours later and she doesn't even have to go anywhere. i'm glad we don't have to meet their parents, because sometimes all you would be able to say is, "wow sucks to be you, mom." or, "you kind of screwed up on this one..."
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
I am just getting better and better at being a camp counselor. I'll be like, perfect at it by session 4. I've got an intern this time. I told her she can be my wing man. that means like under my wise and all knowing wing. clippity clop, there i go galloping away on my high horse. but seriously, if anything is going to make me feel amazingly awesome it's going to be being in charge of a highschooler who pretty much wants to BE me.
I miss my girls from last time. well most of them. they were so agreeable. i don't know about these new punks, some of them seem skeptical of me. maybe it was the 9:30 am salsa/hip hop dance party that i started in our cabin that made them question my sanity.
The CITs are in the staff lounge. wtf.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
Sitting in my room, wearing one of those awful "all my clothes that i actually wear are dirty" outfits, i stare at my new sandals from nordstroms and come to a terrifying realization. I will never wear those shoes out in public. i have tried them on in my house approximately ten times, but have yet to venture outside in them. I'm really torn up about this. I don't think i will ever have an opportunity to wear them, unless i stumble upon a really tall non judgemental man who wants to take me out on ritzy dates. any takers?
4th of july = overrated. i spent today with a bunch of people from middle school who i never ever see. i don't know if i like that very much because i feel all of this self induced pressure to show them how cool i am. but on the inside i feel very uncool compared to their glamourousness. However, tomorrow a new group of campers equals a new group of people that will grow to worship me which equals me feeling cool again. complicated, i know. mull it over.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
It's about this time every night when i have this conflict with myself- aaaah reading or tv reading or tv. not like my literature of choice is much of a step up from tv, but at least there's no commercials.
Today at work i recruited all of the regulars to send their kids to camp sealth. don't be confused diary, i just had a three day break from camp counseling so i decided to work at capers for 2 of those days. still feeling guilty about my little shopping spree right before i left for camp. oh yeah and the whole europe vacay too. but now there are all these camp things i need, like a headlamp. i have never in my life wanted a headlamp as bad as i do now. will i ever just be happy with what i have?? gosh if it's not seven jeans it's a headlamp. that girl is never satisfied.
Last night i was hanging out with some of the kids from highschool that i actually liked, and my friend flipper from camp calls me on my cell. we lamented that we didn't like our real names anymore, but it would be weird to ask all of our old friends to call us flipper and shamu. changing your name is sort of frowned upon, so i like the idea of having a few names. it's nice to be called something new that you picked yourself because you think it's awesome.
Love,
Diana