Well, hello there. Did you forget about me? I hope not…I really haven’t been gone that long. Sheesh, guys. But for those of you who don’t have short-term memory loss, let me fill you in on exactly what’s gone down since I last blogged.
August 4th is national Piccola Italiana Day. Also known as my birthday. Yes, I turned 17. Am I the only one who thinks that sounds so old? I didn’t feel weird turning 16, but now I’m like woah…I’m 17. Make sense? I thought not. I was going to hang out with a group of people on my birthday and see Batman and go bowling, but my friend’s dad was sick, the guy I invited was insecure and didn’t want to be the only guy there (don’t even get me started), and the only person who could make it was the same girl I saw Batman with the first time, so I decided to reschedule the festivities. Instead, I just hung out with my friend, and her parents took me out to get Chinese food.
This year was hands-down the best year of presents. I got a lot (and really should be writing thank you notes right now. Oops?), but a few of the fantastic presents I got were Batman Converses, band aids that look like bacon, a gorgeous corsage from my next door neighbors, seasons 1 and 2 of Downton Abbey, Batman Converses, posters of Heath Ledger, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, and New York (ok, I bought those for myself, but whatever), Batman Converses, and lots of money. And Batman Converses. Guess which present I loved the most? You’re right, it was the bacon band aids. Ok, maybe that was #2.
The day after my birthday, I headed off to a music/choir camp with my brother and sister and got back last night. I was supposed to be a counselor there, but that plan sort of fell through as I quickly found out, so I was made a junior counselor which was probably the best. The camp was for ages 10-16, so I was the oldest kid there, which I later found out made some of the guys scared of me. The first couple of days I was just getting to know the campers and kind of stuck with the same 3 girls who were my age. Then on the 3rd day at breakfast we mixed up the tables and I sat with 2 quiet people and this guy that my sister knew. She has gone to this camp for the last 3 years and he has too, so I kind of knew who he was, but really didn’t think much of him…until someone asked “What time is it?” and he responded “It’s time to get ill.” I was like “WOAH. HOLD UP. We say that too.” Beastie boys, much? And thus a friendship was born. We spent the rest of breakfast talking about our love of Batman, the bands Train and Maroon 5, and the fact that it’s semi-lame that we could both recite Napoleon Dynamite. He’s pretty much my soulmate (Napoleon Dynamite reference, people…). Every meal after that everyone went back to sitting with the people they sat with before the mix up, but he would nonchalantly say to his friends “Oh look, there’s a space at Picco’s table. I’m, uhhh, gonna sit here.”
There’s a game that almost the entire camp would play every day called Bob. Kind of a dumb game, but…it’s pretty fun…To play, everyone sits in a circle, keeps time by hitting their knees (my knees are quite sore now), and “Bob” would call out someone’s name, the person would say “what?” Bob would say “who?” and then the person they called out would say another person’s name, and it would continue “what?” “who?” until someone hesitated or said “Ajgfjdifih” like I did once. I got less than 6 hours of sleep every night, ok? The person who messed up would go to the end of the circle and could only advance when someone else messed up. Every time I messed up, he would conveniently mess up too and move to be next to me and do the sit-awkwardly-close-whoops-did-I-just-accidently-hit-your-leg-again? move. I later found out all the guys there were completely in love with me, which makes sense now since they all knew my name and I still hardly knew half of them by the end of camp. Um, hilarious. The second to last day I was feeling oddly bold and right as we were all about to head to our dorms, I said “Hey, you have really pretty eyes.” He gave me a weird look, said thanks, and kinda ran away from me. I really do scare people.
I knew all of you wanted to hear this story, but I’m never popular like this and am still kind of on cloud 9. The end. So, fellow blog readers, how have you guys been? I spend a week in a place with no cell phone reception just to come back to find out Mara’s engaged, Emily started a blog, I have the same birthday as Tia’s mom, and Kait sent me the nicest email I’ve ever gotten. I love you guys.