My summer plans have been disappointing me. It turns out that my beloved cousin is leaving me for England for the first three weeks of summer which leads to me rotting in the ass hole of California for a month. In addition, that means forty hours of work every week. No.

My plans for camp in Krakow are still active but I don’t know if I want to go simply because it will be so different and probably not as great as the first two times. About 70% of the people from the past two years will return and that’s no fun, is it? Yeah, it would be great to re-kinder with my friends from all around the world, but meeting all new people sounds so much more appealing.  I don’t know, maybe I’m just being difficult with myself. 

Point is, the bar has been set off the charts by my past summers and I just feel this one won’t be quite up to par, if you will.