stoopid camps.

i feel like a fool now. choices! hah! wut choices do i hv wen i can't even go? yeah, dat's rite! i can't go for traplex cos there's no space left for me. well, if dey wan 2 lose ( haha, perasan case) wif all da jrs... den, wtv. i mean, i jz wanted 2 help wut. but, whu cares! i dun. ok, dat's nt true. i'm disappointed n feelin unwanted rite now. but wtv! YOU chose UR ppl... YOU'LL regret tis!! yea, wen u lose... badly n humiliate our sch. jz so u noe, i dun care anymore... cos i'll be gone by den. da guides' r goin down anyway. they'll nvr, EVER, be as gd as us. u savvy??

on 2nd thoughts... dis might cum across as realli childish n immature but yea, i'm prob childish n immature too.

while we're on da sub of camps (grrr....hate dat word), i betcha nvr knew how hazardous de effects on camps hav towards certain ppl.

a lil' bird told me jz de otha day:
~a certain pl from pfs was so stressed out abt his camp preps ( his members wudden help him) dat he managed to successfully peel his whole toe-nail out! dis guy has MAJOR stress issues man!
~also, sum1 (anotha pl who's also from dat sch) was too overwhelmed by da workload ( or was it frustration?) dat he cried.

now dat's realli wut camp life is all abt. da stress, da agony, da glory. yupez. makes 1 wonder wut profit 1 gets outta all dis.