July 05, 2003

i'm home. it's been a while, and it's rather nice to be here. i couldn't convince anyone to meet me at courtyard, but i went anyway. to my dismay, the coffeeshop was closed. new brookland was open and clayton ravine (justin eason's band) was playing a cd release show. but before i had a chance to go in, i saw some cool kids outside, so i chilled with them for a while. every now and then i chatted to an erskine kid walking out of the show. i never did go in, though. good thing, too, i would've had to pay $6. it was a nice night, besides the rain.

i'm meeting steph for breakfast tomorrow. maybe the mall after that, then i'll be on my way back to camp. it's strange to think that i have to go back now. i never came home from camp last summer, so this is a bit surreal. nice, but surreal.

camp's been good so far. but different from last year. in both good and not-so-good ways. while i'm having fun at keystone, i know that i'm not coming back next year. i don't have the legacy connection that some of the staff has to keystone, so i won't feel bad not coming back. i don't want to work with these kids next year, to be honest. i want to live at home and do something in the area. something where i actually make more money than i spend.

i stay busy at camp, but i also think a lot, which can be a bad thing. i don't know. i've been thinking about going back to school and how different this year's going to be. thank god i'm going to spain next spring. i have some new ideas i want to put into action this year, but i won't reveal them quite yet. but i'm excited. and you should be too.

well, that's enough of that. i'm going to bed.

July 03, 2003

how granola do i look with my guitar at camp?
here's the deal. i've been in nc for 5 weeks. this weekend is my halfway point for the camp season. therefore, i'm coming home for my very short break. if anyone wants to see me (and is going to be in the columbia/lexington area), i'll be at courtyard coffeehouse/new brookland tavern between 10-11pm on friday night. k. bye.

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