New Milford, CT

To all my friends family and well wishers I will attempt to use this site to chronicle my learnt wisdoms of my travels abroad. Firstly I miss you all terribly, I think missing the familiarity of people has been the hardest about being here, 3 weeks in and still playing the politics game at camp, slowly deciphering the frauds and phonies and discovering real friends. Sadly these lecherous people stick to the interesting people and I am forced into a awkward social dance. Very soon I think the curtain of etiquette will fall and we'll all start acting real. Mad Real, Aiight!

The beginning is usually a good place to start, Long airplane journeys have lost the mystery and excitement to me in my decent into adulthood, no longer am I thrilled with the selection of watching movies non stop for 17 hours, weird seeing as most of you know I am quite content to do that in the comfort of my home. Dubai airport was quite a sight, a true melting pot of uncountable cultures, must take a pit stop there before I travel home. Being one of three Caucasians on the plane from dubai to new york found me filling out 15 peoples immigration papers, though made the customs line for US citizens delightfully short. Though that bastard Murphy dictated that my bag would be the last to come off the plane.

Buses and taxis arrived my without challenge to the hostel I would be staying at that night, and after a much needed shower went out to meet New York. Dinner at gritty mexican diner with a much craved Dos Equis. Back to the hostel to find other going to my camp ended in failure so I joined ranks with a mish mash group of other foreigners all going off to different camps, one a girl from bunbury, though I found I had less in common with her than my comrades from canada. We found a irish pub with karaoke and set up headquarters for the night, drinks and dance in abundance. On the way back to the hostel I went decided to kick back with the harlem locals with a bottle of rum adorned in a brown paper bag and some street skunk. After many chapelle show quotes stumbled my way back to bed, which I woke up in the next morning still shoed and an hour and a half past checkout. check time. bus for camp arrives in 15 minutes. Dash down stairs check out and grab water. duck outside and acknowledge hazily comrades of the last night. smoke cigarette and drink water. dash back inside and throw up stomach bile in toilet. back oustide and bus arrives. Sleep until camp.

To be continued....

And this years darwin award goes to...

Had the emotional equivalent of a toddler banging his head against a wall today as i read the breaking news http://www.news.com.au/story/0,10117,15014601-2,00.html.
During the media three ring circus of the Corby case over alleged marijuana smuggling, 9 Australian geniuses get caught smuggling a shit load of heroin out of Bali.
Having watched too many episodes of Happy Tree Friends tonight http://happytreefriends.atomfilms.com/index.html, have been inspired to suggest certain execution methods to the Indonesian Supreme Court for said "accused".

Method 1: Put into a holding cell with a plastic spork, a Bush 04 campaign pin and the crazy frog remix being looped through the speakers...

Method 2: Marched through the streets of Sicilly with pink "Paris Hilton for Pope" T-shirts on.

Method 3: Marched through the streets of Gaza with pink "Paris Hilton for Pope" T-shirts on.

Method 4: Starved for two weeks then fed nothing but doner kebabs with extra garlic sauce from nicks place.

Method 5: Forced to toss the salad of a Kalgoorlie "Career Woman"

Method 6: Allowed the kilos of heroin they were smuggling but strapped in to watch 21 grams repeadetly (with the titty scene taken out)

Method 7: Gladiator battles with penguins... (a pissed penguin will fuck your shit up)

Method 8: Marched through the streets of Kwinana with pink "Paris Hilton for Pope" T-shirts on... actually the shirts have no leverage on this situation, walking through Kwinana alone is enough cause to be stoned to death

The Octoroon Mistress

My julie, my octoroon, Loves pure sacrifice, Forever will i walk the endless corridors with you locked on the otherside of an infinite number of doors. Your beautiful hazel eye, all i can see through the chink in the brass keyhole, fills me with unending melancholy and shame. No words of man, nor song of seraphim may break that ancient lock, my deeds shattered the key into nothing but black dust. I would prove my love a thousand times more than that cold december night, sleep a thousand nights on the banks of the Averni, in the burial of your home.

Julia

To you i write this requiem, a quiet song of deep lament, and when you hear my tortured tune, your soul will find eternal rest...
But i remain a shadow, walking down deserted lanes. The traffic of the glory days have all left, all gone astray.
Echos sound one final time, no longer call them home. The mother has left her dying child, cold and all alone.

I'll Never Sleep Alone

I thought a resurrection of this site was in order... yet i have no attraction to fill the wastelands with a rolling tumble-weed of self indulgent banter... So what have i learnt since my last posting here? That ultimatley noone is predictable, least of all myself. I have fought daemons from the beginning, and neither the solace of rare knowledge can help me in this battle, i fear i may eventually lose. Those who seek to protect me cannot understand me, and those who understand me give but a knowing smile and turn and walk into the shadows. Will i ever see the guilty standing chained, naked in the midday sun? Will i ever find the one who i first felt in the dark desert rain? Lonely, the moth seeks sanctuary in the soft glow of lights, but her guardian kills without conscience, cold malice. Words. Words. Words. anything is meaninless when said enough times, i love you, you're beautiful, how much for an hour...

A Random Day

Well today i write to you free from the terrors of rich children, while im still at camp for another week my assignments include digging holes and painting cabins and NO kids to deal with...

Last night saw the majority of counselors and new friends escape back to the real world, and what a way to go out. Firstly yesterday was perhaps one of the most random days i can recall in a long while, Manwich (ben), Vieve (jen), Phish (ricki) and Carebear (sarah) all headed in a mighty rush to FAT (fresno air terminal (i apologise for the ammount of brackets)) to see Vieve off back to indiana. We arrive a grand total of 37 seconds late and because the carrier is a dodgy el cheapo, the service attendants serve also as the stewardesses, therefore the front desk was close. After manwich and I try slamming ourselves against the metal security door we admit defeat and book her a flight the next morning, score vieve gets to party with us one last time...
Back at the ranch we cruise on over to the Best Western, our regular den of vice during counselor nights off and those free from camp and the ominous random drug tests begin blazing like a bat out of hell, Andrew imagine not smoking for two whole months, thats how most of them felt like. 15 minutes and three spilt pipes later the rest of the party arrive and a night of glorious happenings take place... Those willing to take the challenge play edward 40 hands, where a 40 ounce beer (close to a pint) is gaffer taped onto each hand and you cant take them off until both are finished, the game becomes more interesting as about half way through the second beer everyones bladders begin to work in overdrive and either try to fend for themselves very unskillfuly trying to take off pants with two bottles of beer, or find someone willing enough to give you a hand. Watched on as Homer my co-counselor from last session tried to seduce a girl with a plate of nachos, was awoken by the security guard and a police officer to help pull a naked friend out of the shrubs and the overwhelming highlight managing to have fun with two sisters, sadly at different times.
Actually amazed all this came out as i havent slept for about 32 hours and have been greeting parents all afternoon, hooray!

Holocaust

It's been an interesting last couple of weeks, the drama seems to be building up here in unbelievable ammounts, having no escape from people at camp you become super close with some and then those that you despise... Luckily for me they are few and for ignorant reasons on their behalf, but the fear and loathing continues to grow.

Last weekend saw us in the Big No again (Fresno) where the usual act of inebriated was persued by most their... Then the trouble began, everyone turned into emotional puddles, a couple having a tiff turned into her pouring her beer on his head and him roundhouse kicking the lamp, another dealing with a friends suicide from two years ago and others crying in their beers, so fun times allround...
The best part of the weekend was pulling up at the lights and having the car next to us filled with huge black guys stoned off their faces showing us a porn mag.

Well i have to go, just got called back by the management, most probably to be fired... Cya soon

Happy Birthday to me...

Well goodbye to the years of being an unresponsible teenager, and to being an unresponsible 20 year old.  To everyone back home thanks heaps for the video, it brought a tear to my eye as i was already in a homesick mood... thanks guys :)
So ive gotten myself into a pickle not too uncommon for me, ive fallen for a local girl who works down the road at a cafe, and she too for me, but with the usual twist of her having a boyfriend... Having chatted to her several times the last couple weeks we decided to meet at the lakeshore dance but unfortunately she had her boyfriend in tow, and everytime we decided to skip of to a corner for a quiet chat he'd rock up about 5 mins later and steal her away again... 123 *sigh* so the best thing to do would be get over her and get back to hitting on counselors, but im stubborn! had a pretty good day on my day off, drank about 17 beers between 2 and 6pm which also led to me also being thrown out of the dance for shouting obscenities at the DJ who quite possibly was the worst ever in history.
Going to a baseball game on thursday ... HUZZAH!
Miss you all

Tales from the High Sierras
 
Finally figured to link my laptop up to the network so expect a few more emails,
Well in the fashion of Tarantino ill start at the end and work myself backwards...
Great night tonight, went down to a pretty dodgy redneck restaurant with a couple of people for dinner, food was terrible but the two hot sisters were in love with link (holland) and my accents, might have to get used to the food there...
Spent the rest of the night outside a bar talking about the most random stuff from candy, affirmitive action and stories about annoying campers, highlight had to be yours truely getting the ring from a bottle of coke caught on my fingers and needed it to be cut off
Have a new group of kids, who are a bunch of dorks, as much shit the last group put me through, atleast they had personality... One kid rocked up with a GPS strapped to his arm and an automated weather station in his pocket... i just feel like shouting YOU ARE A NERD MATE at him, but his grandpa owns universal pictures and im sure id be sued to death...
Last saturday night was INTENSE... a group of about 40 went up to monno hot springs, at an elevation of about 8500 feet, and boy does the alcohol hit you hard when youve lived at sea level your entire life... Great team work when we created a human chain across a river to pass the copious cartons of beer across, as imagined, we didnt need the same chain the next morning.
 
Well the festivities began early around 4pm, a touch of swimming, a bit of football and a LOT of drinking. The boston boys and I watched the west coasters get totally trashed off 3 beers and we continued through a lot more before reaching the same level, then the cigars came around... props to me for yaking after my 6th cigar and not missing a beat on the guitar.  Well after we all got totally toasted the random hook ups began with a certain counselor dragging me a whole 15 feet away from the firepit with torches making constant sweeps. 
That night got bellow freezing, with nothing but a sleeping bag good to about 2 degrees im lucky i had someone to keep warm, you remember first aid training mum ;)
 
The major fault with this place is the gossip here is 500 times worse than high school, within 30 minutes of people getting back to camp EVERYONE knows what went on... fun times
 
Well its the calm before the storm as another saturday night is quickly approaching and while i know i should have a calm night to catch up on sleep... i know that this is simply not true...