I’m so sorry. I’m such a bitch. I hadn’t realized that it’s been 2, 3 months. And this is my second month with getting my computer back. I’m a big, fat loser. You should egg my house [not really, please don't]. I should die, but I’m not going to anytime soon. Instead, I’ll write about my summer’s conclusion and my school’s beginning…
When I was in florida, i found a love. a love so deep, that i didn’t watch tv unless the show that was playing was ABSOLUTELY required in my genral make-up [i.e. family guy, gossip girl]. this love was in a book series. this book series is the miricle that is twilight. it’s not just keeping up with the trends for me. it really, really isn’t. i picked up this book at barnes and noble because it was recomended to me many, many times. all i wanted was for my friends to shut the hell up about this book. little did i know that i too, would become one of them. my fingers hurt too much right now to talk about the book, edward cullen (my lover. any bitch who wants to take me for him, be my guest. i’ll kick your ass. he’s MINE), and how much i wish i was bella swan. google the book or something, ok? but seriously. i have become grossly obsessed. i have 3 parts of my mind working right now. the first third is what’s going on right this minute. the second is the overnight (next para), and the third is twilight. i highly reccomend this book to teens and adults. guys, it’s not a chick book, ok? and even if it is, girls LOVE the boys who can keep up in a twilight conversation. COMPLETELY. so that means all 4 (i proudly caught up with the rest of the fanpires quickly. i started reading in mid july and was waiting along with the rest of them for about 5 or 6 days for breaking dawn.). twilight is spectacular. edward is amazing. jacob can go blow up in a really dark hole or something, ok?
So I went to volleyball camp. Super. Nothing special there. We did stretches where I couldn’t reach my toes and I’d lose my balance and stuff and then my fifth grade science teacher who also did JV volleyball in my town would laugh at me for it. Pretty basic week. But then, the real fun begins. Camp Greentree (fake name. i’m not letting some online predator kidnap me this coming summer. period.]. My glasses broke. That was fun. My brand-new glasses with square red frames broke in a fight [Hells ya!] Over a chair. That wasn’t too fun. The girl sat on my and I had a couple of nice, big bruises on my thigh and right above my waist. The worst part was explaining it to people. I didn’t want to get the girl in trouble (i wish i wasn’t such a goddamn pushover) so i told people I dropped them until the truth actually came out. Ended up having to get new ones. So the rest of the 2 weeks was pretty solid. My two friends (LOVE them. not just the aim profile love. i love these two. truly, i do) Katy and Katie [confusing? no...] decided we would all sleep in Katy’s tent for Thursday’s overnight in the indian village we created out of sticks (do you truly believe i’m sleeping in a bunch of sticks covered by tarp? hell no. little did we know that katy’s tent was made for one person (aka, one me. I’m almost 6 feet tall), not 3. we didn’t care though. we ate most of our candy before 6 anyway. the tend filled up with our crap, it would be impossible to sleep in “Hey!” Katie exclaimed as we stared into our abyss of a tent, “let’s sleep under the stars!” So we did. We took out our sleeping bags out and layed them on the ground (this was after dinner, the bondfire [which my brother showed up to.. joy], and a wicked intense game of leaves. the most epic card game ever, complete with dancing, singing, and laughs. unfortunatly, i just don’t have the time or energy to take about that. i’m sure that each entry only takes a certin amout of words soo.. the answer for now is no. maybe someday i’ll post the whole story of the night on aeropostale8. if not, too bad. ok? sorry.). We had cards and a lantern and it only 10 so we decided to play a mini game of leaves. Then (oh, then) Elijah comes over. He’s like, 18, he works there and we just taught him leaves. he’s hopelessly addicted. Here are the rules (these MAY BE WRONG. i honestly, don’t remember them all):
*YOU DON’T WANT POINTS!!! POINTS=BAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
*PICK WHO ARE BOYS AND WHO ARE GIRLS. MAKE SURE THE NUMBER IS EVEN. THIS IS WICKED IMPORTANT*
*IN GAMES LIKE BUST A RHYME AND QUESTIONS, IT KEEPS GOING. IT DOESN’T STOP ON THE LAST PERSON. IT KEEPS MOVING TILL HESITATION OR REPEAT*
ACE: boom-chicka-boom-boom (everyone gets up. the person who picked the cards starts with a dance move, singing “boom-chicka-boom-boom-chicka-boom!” over and over. when he finishes the first chant, the next person joins the chant and does the first person’s first dance move. then the next joins in and does the first dance move. while that’s happening, the second person’s doing the second move, and the first doing the third. i warn you, this is hard. the first person to mess up gets a point.)
KING: Make a rule (any rule at all for the game. [i.e., no laughing, no shoes, etc] No laughing is HARD when you pick an ace. i warn you not to try with a giggly group. breaking the rule gets a point)
QUEEN: questions. (a personal favorite. any questions in the world. no answering, just questions. hesitations and anything other than a question results in a point)
JACK: Catagories (pick a catagory, any catagory. catagory-picker says “fruits, apple”. everyone goes around and says a fruit. ah… but there are only so many known fruits. repeats and hesitations result in a point)
TWO: Pick someone to get a point
THREE: Card-picker-upper gets a point.
FOUR: Boys get a point
FIVE: smack the table, floor, lap, whatever. failure to do so gets a point
SIX: girls get a point.
SEVEN: reach for heaven. (it’s like nose gos. last one with their hand in the air gets a point. be honest folks, lying in leaves is a really crappy thing to do)
EIGHT: pick a date (boys and girls, girls and girls, boys and boys. it doesn’t matter. leaves loves. you pick another person to be your date. every time you get a point, so do they, but not the other way around. you can pick someone who already as a date. by the end of the game, it’s a very vicious cycle of points.)
NINE: bust a rhyme (pick a word. everyone in the circle has to find a word that rhymes with it. you cannot use orange, purple, silver, etc. it’s just mean, ok? hesitations and repeats get points)
TEN: never have i ever (ok. fun game. 2 fingers never have i ever. i’m sorry parents, this game is mostly based on sex. when i played with katie, katy and elijah i was the most innocent. both fingers up still by the end. ok. so someone says “never have i ever kissed anyone” two of the four people have kissed someone and their fingers go down. the next person says their own never have i ever. if you’ve done it, your finger goes down. first person with none left gets a point)
Ok. I just thought I’d list the rules so that you can better understand the post. OK, so Elijah comes over, demanding a game of leaves. and we HAVe to be quiet. people are sleeping and elijah could get into trouble. more than katie, katy and me. it’s not easy, with all the laughing. and boom-chicka-boom-booming. i’m terrible at it. i’d always loose. then, when someone was coming he’d whisper-yell “hit the lights!” then turn the latern we had on, then off (it was off most of the night). we’d get low to the ground and look like we’re sleeping. soooooooo funny. hard not to laugh. and so the game went on…. until one in the morning, when i finally crashed. katy stayed up all night (not a good idea on her part. she had a drive from massachusetts to new york in the morning and could not sleep in the car. just couldn’t do it.]. katie slept curled up in a sleeping bag on a white plastic chair near katy and me. i slept till 3. then i had to pee. oh, what an adventure that was. my flashlight was in the tent (no flashlight means no light to LOOK for the flashlight) and it was pitch black. many rocks, roots, and things were scattered around the camp. the bathroom was a good quarter mile, maybe, from where our tent stood. And clumsy me, tripping over everything in sight. When we finally got to the bathroom, we were completely blinded by the light. Bright, murderous, angry. It took us a good ten minutes to work our sight back again. And then i was… relieved. the trip back was a doozey. i almost walked into a tree and fell down the stairs leading to the courts. which would’ve killed me. we talked until 5… about everything. boys, body, school, friends, bitches, the whole nine yards. 5 is about when the CITs started to wake up, thus allowing us to start a much-need fire. That was the coldest night i’d ever spent in my life. freezing…. terrible. the fire was started but then (oh, but then), some boys started talking in their tent. that set kim (kim kong, kimzilla… ew.) over the edge. She’s banging on their door and whisper-yelling at them to keep it down. doesn’t seem funny, i know, but you’d have to be there. it was one of the funniest things i’d ever experienced. and so the day began… the last day of camp. and that’s all i have to say on the subject.
when camp ended, i called katie and katy three days later, desperate for company. they came to my house, willingly where we watched juno and select scenes from 27 dress (uh… BENNIE AND THE JETS!!!!!). katie kissed my tv when james marden appeared on the screen. we ate popcorn, cheezits and had a fun but kinda sorta sad time. i haven’t seen them since. but still, columbus day is coming up and i’m hoping to catch up then.
school’s fine. period. nothing to say.
i’m sorry this was more a diary entry than sam renatolli thing. maybe next time.
Love [that's right, i'm capable],
Sam Renatolli
