Hey guys, remember me? Your old friend, Scanner Emily? I know I've been gone for a while. And I know I promised I'd blog while I was at summer camp, but there was a really slow internet connection, and I was busy eating corn dogs and getting cold sores.
Complete rundown of my last six weeks (and what I learned) after the jump.
It rained a lot in New Hampshire. A lot, a lot. And then there were some tornadoes. And then the power went out and that's about when I gave up on blogging. Oh, and when a packing list says "rain coat," pack a fucking rain coat. (Thanks goodness for LLbean.com).
After drying off and giving into the realization that I'm the oldest camp counselor in the history of the world, I retired to my bunk around 10 most every night. I started getting up at 6 a.m. to train for a 5K, having never been able to run about a block without thinking I'd die of a heart attack. One morning, when out alone, I saw a black bear cross the road I needed to take to get back to camp. I kept my wits, and my feces, about me.
Somewhere in the middle of all this I got a cold sore. Then I got about 12. Was it from making out with cute counselors in the art barn? Nope, it was from sharing my water bottle with a nine-year-old.
What I did do in the art barn was learn book binding. Then I made my own journals. So next time there's a giant cockroach in my room at 3 a.m., I'll write about it there, and spare you the details. Maybe.
I gained 13 pounds. It involved s'mores, and brownies for breakfast, and downing three corn dogs in one sitting. But I don't really want to talk about it. Not even to my journal.
Then I ran the hell out of that fucking 5k. Okay, I came in 104th out of 145 people, but I finished and ran the whole way. And that's something.
So, now I'm back and still adjusting to city life. So I forgive me if I talk you to like you're children or repeat some things the other bloggers posted while I was away.
P.S. If the first woman VP overturns Roe v. Wade, I'm leaving the country. For real.
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