Camping.

So it was decided that for opening weekend of Renaissance Festival we would camp. We got there an hour and a half late but we were able to stay for closing ceremonies, complete with the song. I did finally get a dress. It wasn't an Irish dress where there was the over corset dress and a chemise under it. I got a 3/4 (shutter) sleeve purple cotton chemise and a black velvety belt for the knockers. Almost to my chin and shit. There was a fiasco with the credit cars but it was fixed by the end of the day. Never got the soup bread bowl but I'm hoping for next time this year. I've been battling my emotions and trying to win at this point. It has been a rough weekend. I have tried to keep eating food food and mostly I have been eating junk. To me it's been perfect camping weather. Shorts during the day, Mormon at night. I wear this long sleeve, floor length nightgown my momma bought me and people crack jokes, but im the only one who doesn't wake up freezing. I also wear a floor length robe. I have most everything out of my system so-to-say. I just want school to start and get into everything.

It sucked I slept/was in the tent all day but I knew I wouldn't be able to shut my mouth so I said as little as possible. I would have liked to hike but it just wouldn't have worked out.

I don't know when anyone is going to get up but I want to relax before I have to get back to school and I have to go to Aunt Lynn's to pick up my keys so I'm on a damn schedule. I am not going to be late on my first day.

I don't think I should camp anymore. At least not with Jessica's friends. I've been uncomfortable and this has been a horrible vacation. I was even sad at Renaissance Festival.

I just want to go home and put all of this behind me.

I want fucking coffee but the pots are fucked up because why would anyone rinse it out or anything. So I have to wait until when the fuck ever someone else gets up.

Fuck camping. NEVER AGAIN.