I’m halfway done. This time next month I’ll be slouching about Oglethorpe, probably playing flip cup and warding off refills of everclear (rape juice to you and I) in my shiny red party cup. However, ‘tis no point basking in the future when the present is oh so very presently present. Tomorrow boldly awaits and with it, the start of session 3. I would definitely go as far to say that I have skied through the rugged terrain of amateur counsellorhood and am now tussling with the reigns of semi-pro. Very soon I will be able sell this blog off to that idiotic series of ‘Bat Catching For Dummies’ and make 20 to 30 pounds. That’s like 11 caramel lattes.
As Emma and I made the struggle back to camp, I quickly finished my mega extra large caramel latte and experienced what I can only call a complete caffeine meltdown. There I was, chronically comatose in the front seat, practically jittering from the whole 2 shots of coffee I’d downed. I swiftly came to the conclusion that as hard as I try, I just cannot take it. I am a PG tips girl at heart and that way I will be forever.
My weekend was thoroughly pleasant. Anthony and I wasted a lot of time and money in the city via our epic wanderings and Emma and I chilled out and ate wonderful home cooked food at her home in Rinebeck. The outcome of this is that I am in a terrific mood that I am hoping will last me through the next 12 days.
Though no amusing stories to tell, I hope that this entry merely shows that I’m doing just fine, that I can write short amounts and that all is well in the world of Chelsea : )
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