Vanilla Milkshake Day/Ice Cream Soda Day/West Virginia Day/Talk The Talk Day/Flower Festival (California)
2007-06-20 @ 10:52 p.m.

There's a dog that's been hanging around my camp for the past few days, and my colleagues have been alternately feeding and teasing it. It's actually kind of cute, even if it does scratch itself a bit too vigorously, leading me to wonder about the state of its hygiene. I haven't actually touched it. It sounds weird, but I don't want anyone else around to see me pet it. I think it's partly to do with the image I project in camp. If I was rarely demonstrative of my affection in school, I'm positively frigid in camp. There's nothing to feel for in here anyway. This morning, I asked for something to do be done, that would not have unduly inconvenienced anyone beyond the call of duty, and I was offered a perfunctory excuse. I nearly lost it there and then. Instead, in what are becoming increasingly common appeals for sympathy, I fired off a couple of SMSes to some friends, with the desired effect occurring in due course. I don't know if this sounds hypocritical coming from me, but there are personal standards and values that I maintain, even in camp, and I don't think it's unfair to expect people to live up to them when they basically entail behaving like a decent human being. I think what they really need to do is grow up. Their median age is 20, but they behave more like a bunch of unruly adolescents.