#campcampcamp

Music and good directional lighting are two of the most important things I can think of. As a procrastination technique for job hunting I am currently teaching myself chords on the ukulele in my parents' well-lit basement and it is keeping me from entering that annoying place that art school teaches you about where you convince yourself that your pitiful upper-middle-class-misery is conducive to good arting. This is certainly bullshit because every person at camp made better art than most of the art students I've ever met and we were all exceptionally happy campers. 

One day, when camp was Lion King themed, the kitchen fed all of the staff members giant turkey legs but the kids ate regular ol' chicken legs because of unfair adult privileges. This was a bold move because unlike turkey, chicken does not have the amino acid L-tryptophan which induces sleep. We were also allowed two desserts. Unfortunately, L-tryptophan and extra desserts is a recipe for the devastating sort of sleepiness caused by forgetting you took a Benadryl and saying yes, please to a large glass of of wine... I don't know what the campers were up to during rest hour because I was happily dealing with the consequences of my meal choices, but I think we were all lucky that there was not a mutiny that day.