Blue Lake I

So. I leave for Blue Lake in eight days. For the sixth time. Because I am addicted. I don't know what draws me there, like a moth to a flame, but the pull is apparent. Is it the egg water, or the dust that invades every item of your clothing? Is it the ridiculous uniform rules, or the cold showers? I'll check it out, and let you know when I get back. In the meantime, though, you should write me a letter. My address (at camp) is below. And this is a rave. I think.

Emily Barnard

c/o Blue Lake Fine Arts Camp

Central Camp - Novella - Lawrence

300 E. Crystal Lake Rd.

Twin Lake, MI 49457

"relationships"

Okay, so I have recently been bombarded with many sixth graders (and younger!) changing their Facebook relationship statuses to "in a relationship". Okay, so that's not even a relationship. In sixth grade, "will you go out with me" translates to "let's eat lunch together every day and maybe I'll kiss you on the cheek at recess and it will be totally scandalous and then afterwards we can see if my mom will drive us to the movies this weekend, which totally counts as 'going out', of course." Nope. No way. And I mean, why do all these little kids want to grow up so fast? I mean, honestly? Nobody takes stuff like that seriously. Maybe there should be a new Facebook relationship status, designed especially for those kids, called, "in what I think is a relationship but nobody over the age of 13 considers it to be legit." I'd go for that! Rant.

Bonnaroooo!

No, I didn't actually go, sadly. I wish I could have. But. I watched the majority of it on YouTube, and plan on watching the Dave Matthews Band in about... a half an hour... So, The National was amazing, the Avett Brothers were amazing, and Regina Spektor was especially amazing with knobs on. I guess I was a little glad that I was not actually in Manchester, considering it was swelteringly hot. I probably would have been miserable, considering the fact that us Michiganders are hardwired for those subzero days... So I got to watch from the relatively sane temperature of my basement. With haters saying how much she sucked, and perverts saying how they wanted to screw her to one of her songs... Not as exciting. But still, thank you, YouTube, for the live stream!! Plus, it got me pumped for Wheatland in the fall! Rave.

Frisbee.

So whoever invented the Frisbee, my heart and soul goes out to you. Because, you just made our night. And whoever invented the lake... well, let's just say Frisbee + Lake Michigan = utter brilliance. :D We stayed out in the lake throwing this plastic disc at each other until we thought we heard thunder, but it was actually an airplane or a person banging on the walls of a Port-A-Potty. So. Next bonfire. We are definitely bringing this magical toy. Because it is amazing. And helps you forget about getting rained on. Oh, and also, the princess's crown turned out brilliantly as well... although it was a recycled First Night hat made out of a paper grocery bag with loads of crap glued on... But anyway, it was totally recognizable as a crown. I think. So, all in all, a repeatable success, although we could probably do without getting locked out of a truck and trying to break in with a marshmallow roaster. Wait, who am I kidding? That was one of the highlights! Does that make us pathetic? Wait, don't answer that. Rave.

Thank goodness!

So there will be no need for fist-shaking. Hopefully. Our plans are, at the moment, working out. I'm praying it will stay that way, since I am really excited for tonight and really, really, really, want it to work out. Plus, we have crowns to make! I'll bring the supplies, you all bring your creativity and crown-making skills. See you at 7! Rave.

problematic weather and scheduling issues.

How come weather always has to get in the way? And, if weather doesn't, certain people that are necessary for the function of the event either have to be late or miss it altogether. Because of their stupid busy schedules. AARGH! I would say it's karma, but I don't think I ever did anything to deserve this agony! And now I am laughing. Ha. Ha. Ha. Wow. Well, this weather better work out or I am going to be extremely upset and shake my fist at the sky. Rant.

Bonfires!!!

So. The bonfire last night was ah-mazing. I (hopefully we) had a blast! I love trying to start a fire with hairspray, a lighter, and beach grass; creeping on someone's house to get newspaper and leaving with a fire-starter stick; driving to the end of the road to get cell reception and finding out that the phone has died; walking everywhere barefoot; and showing up for the party completely unprepared. Repeat on Thursday to give the princess a proper sendoff! (I swear, I really am going to make her a crown if it's not illegal according to the uniform code...) Rave.

dancing in the rain.

Oh, I just love rain. I actually like pretty much all weather, except for super hot, humid days, and the evils of snow, but rain might be one of my favorite kinds. Has anyone else noticed that rain just makes everything smell good? I went to a party last night that was supposed to be a bonfire, but it got rained out so we watched Transformers 2 instead, and then afterwards we talked about weird things such as how to commit suicide in an insane asylum. And then danced in the downpour. It was brilliant. Need I say more? Rave.

Reality? Yeah, okay.

So, here is my official first post on reality television. Why on earth is it called "reality"? I'm about 99.9% sure that all the breakups and makeups were written into a script by a sick old man who likes to see teenage girls gouging each other's eyes out with their clawlike acrylic fingernails. I mean, I can see why people want to be on American Idol and stuff, because there is a slim chance that you could get signed, but it realy seems like there's more chance to get hurt than helped. And you would have to walk around afterwards and be asked on the streets, "Oh, you're that girl from America's Next Top Model, right? Cycle 15. But you didn't win." It really seems like that crap would teach people that reality tv is just stupid. And shows like Survivor? "Yeah, I don't want him to win because he talks with a lisp and that's annoying." Okay, let's all be totally prejudiced and narrow-minded. And let's teach our kids to be exactly the same way! Rant.

Swings!

I love them. It seriously feels like you're flying. I spent at least three hours on them, of the last twenty-four... I want a swingset in my backyard. Really bad. And swings on the beach? A thousand times better. Especially at sunset... with the sand between your toes... ahhhh, a small slice of heaven. So I foresee a lot of time at me park this summer, maybe... I also think that I just realized that I am better at writing rants than raves. Does that make me an angry person? Hmmm, I might go ponder that for a while. Rave.

Some people...

...are really starting to get on my nerves. Especially when they see you as their single tangible link to the guy they apparently "love," just because he looks like a famous popstar, or rather, franchise. "Punch me, [insert friend's name here]," she says every day in the hallway as I pass by. "Punch me now." And just as I get close, "Oh, Emily, see how I'm so abused all the time?" Yeah, okay. Oh, and drawing me weird pictures when you have free time? Not really going to do you that much good, hate to break it to you. No, I won't sign your summer shirt. Oh, you caught me when I wasn't doing anything... Crap in a drawer. *scribble scribble* "I don't think this pen works..." Thank the Lord that school is finally out and next year, maybe she'll be over the Jonas brothers and me. Rant.

conceited?

"I am going to ask you what you think on this matter, and then I am going to tell you what to think about this matter." I mean, seriously? Should a teacher be saying this? Especially when they are current events teachers? "You should hate the new health care bill. It's going to screw up your life." I think not. And, I have heard from quite a few eyewitnesses that he checks himself out in the glass trophy cases on the way to gym class. Hmmm... whatever happened to looking like a pig in gym class? I mean, even if you are the teacher, that doesn't mean you have to smooth your mullet back with a load of spit that you just coughed up into your hand, between every goal in hockey... And while I'm on the topic of gym class, I'd just like to point out how ridiculous it is to slide on base in the gym, just so that you're safe. Really, guys? Really? Gosh, I guess this was just my first rant! Well, I feel very accomplished now. You should all be proud of me. Rant.

summer is finally here!

Summer. Mmmm... I love that word. The summer leaves so many ends to tie up, just in time for school to start so they can all unravel again... A perfect opportunity to start a blog, right? The beach was lovely today, a fabulous kickoff to either the best or worst summer of my life. I guess we'll just have to wait and see, won't we? Rave.