Photo mini-essay, Flashback to winter: Menogyn Style

Summer plans

Part of me longs for the summers that I used to pack my bags and go to camp for the whole summer. Ah camp, where the worst of my troubles was trying to figure out whether to do the spiral or the striped pattern on my tie dye t-shirt and how to teach it to a bunch of pre-adolescent females. That part of me wants nothing more than to find a good girl scout camp up here and ship off tomorrow. The logical part of me says I'm way to old for that and I should be focusing on my future. I hate that I'm so darned logical sometimes. I'm going to continue to look for PCA jobs, while working on the grad school application process. And I'll keep reminding myself to take this ONE DAY AT A TIME.

I'm back!!!

From the frozen wasteland/wilderness/Camp Menogyn having slept in a quincy hut/igloo and having jumped in a hole in a frozen lake. Yikes. This makes me sound crazy, but I had tons of fun while doing it, I promise. I haven't lost all my marbles...yet! Because on our way home I saw not one, but TWO moose on the side of the road and an eagle later on closer to home. I love holidays.

And, I found out that I just got 5/6 on my writing section of the GRE. Worst essay I've ever written too. Weird. I'll take it and go apply to schools now. Sweet.

Just a fun camp song...

that is pretty appropriate as of late. (Sing it to the tune of Moon River and you'll be laughing out loud in no time at all. Don't worry, no one is judging you for singing out loud to yourself. Have fun with it!

Chopped Liver, onions on the side
my social life has died, from me
my friends shun me, they out-run me,
the smell of my breath, is slow death, sad but true
My odors' twice as bad as beer,
and people who drink beer agree,
I know that my breath will not end,
always I'll offend, my halitosis friends
Chopped liver, in me.