Lately, I've been feeling down and not even in the Jay Sean sense of the word. I've been thinking about exactly why that was for the past couple of days. As I sit in the darkness of my room, eating Tic Tacs from a medicine bottle and listening to Justin Beiber, I think I've finally found the reason why: Camp Withdrawal Syndrome (CWS). I've been thinking about consulting my doctor about it, although Web MD says it's a relatively common condition. Symptoms include blasting "Naturally"... for 4 hours straight, fantasizing about dugongs, and ~. I also have itchy genitalia but that could just be my crabs. The worst part about CWS is that every little thing reminds me of camp. I was sent a plan text without a period and I thought of Grettie saying "Your plan is flawed." I saw a girl at Starbucks with a one-sleeve shirt and thought of Gabi. I almost expected her to have a bottle of Ibuprofen in her purse. Rishee and I were laughing about dugongs and our laughs turned into Donnie's awesome laugh. We were at Urban Outfitters a.k.a. the Hipster Mecca, and we saw Harry's black and white striped shirt. I can't stop thinking about the lab when I see ads for Pretty Little Liars (I also can't stop thinking about Pretty Little Liars). Heck, now even when I eat vegetables I think about my "Fruit Boy" story. There is only one prescription remedy for CWS, and just like my herpes outbreak medicine, it'll come at a time when I need it most: lab reunion September 19th on my birthday! I didn't wanna do it earlier in case y'all have school stuff to adjust to and Sep 19 is on a weekend so NO EXCUSES. Make sure you email me your blog posts. And I miss all of y'all, except you Quinn, you're fat and nobody likes you.
~TBD~
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