Arguing with myself and ooh! Shiny!

So working at a camp is.... an adventure and a half, shall we say. It's a lot of fun too, and I can genuinely say I like everyone I work with (not necessarily as co-workers but as people in general) and I love being able to work with the young women coming for the CIT program.

We just finished up "Magic and Mysteries" week, aka "Harry Potter" week and it was a blast! I got to play Snitch for the Quidditch Tournament and also play a staff game to keep the girls entertained while the scores were all being tallied up. It was all kinds of wet and muddy because it had rained just a few hours before so most of the kids were caked in mud. I actually managed to not slip and fall down in the mud but I did get hit by a couple of bludgers (which at that point were more mud-balls than foam) so I threw my shirt in with my girls' shirts for a quick wash. I definitely want to look into joining the Quidditch team at my school this next semester. So much fun. 'My' unit (I'm assigned to a unit for the week because I'm not actually in one) won the second task which involved making a boat out of random objects, taking it across the lake and completing challenges along the way, 'rescuing' another counselor and then bringing everything back across the lake. It was a lot of fun to watch and cheer for and my unit won that challenge. Then there was the Horcrux hunt, which is a challenge/scavenger hunt. I wasn't involved because I had to get sleep so I could drive for the day camp group the next morning but apparently it was pretty awesome too. It was honestly a lot of fun, especially dressing up as 'Hawkeye Moody' for parts of one day.

I think the only thing I would want to change is some of the Admin decisions. Especially the way some of my co-workers are being treated. I'm not going to go into that now because it'll just make me angry again.

I've been sick all week, and this week is homecoming week.  Which means, the marching band has been working really hard at practices, but because I basically can't breathe, I couldn't play or march.  Fuck.  So we had a performance tonight.  Kinda informal, no uniforms or anything, but a performance.  I couldn't play.  Because I currently can't breathe right.  And I talked to the band director earlier tonight, and basically, I'm at the point where I'm in danger of losing my place in the band.  Because I missed the first game, and I might miss tomorrows game, and if I miss one more..... well, it sucks.  And I want to scream and rage and punch things and cry and generally go batshit, but I can't because I have no voice and my life sucks.  Someone tell me I'm being irrational and whiny, because I need someone to knock some sense into me.  Real bad. 

Goddamnit.  When the hell did I get bit by fifty bajillion bugs?  And all down one arm and the backs of both legs too.  Driving me batshit crazy and up the fucking wall.  And parts of my back too.  I need either hydrocortizone cream, or benadryl spray, or anti-itch stick, before I shred my skin scratching.  Argh!

Crap.  Crapcrapcrap.  I hate fasting.  Stupid blood-work.  I haven't eaten since,  11:30 last night, and it's now 10 the next day.  I'm hungry, and that makes me irritable.   ...... I can't even drink anything.

Now that I've had my rant... I've definitely been watching too much CSI and CSI: NY lately.  I've been thinking in the character's voices.  It's about to drive me batshit crazy.  I mean, really, I have got to stop obsessively watching reruns on Spike.  I've got two perfectly good seasons on DVD. .... Not that I didn't initially polish those off in the week after I got each.

But definitely too much NY.  Danny and Don have set up residence in my head, and are either happily bickering with one of my own characters and corrupting them, or simply bickering with themselves.  Or me.  And occasionally they bring Adam around, and he gets nervous and starts babbling.

Oh and I've got to pack today so I can move into my dorm on Sunday.  I'm about to go out of my brain, and I still have other stuff to do before I can get that done.

I'm clearly quite stressed.