Nineteen.

If being 18 was the best year of my life, I would not be suprised. I would be sad though, because that would mean that this summer would not be all that great, and right now it is looking to be TOTALLY RAD. The bunk list is completed and I have an amalgam of awesome campers in my bunk, and the staff this year are going to redefine the terms "camp spirit", "awesome" and "fun" and any crazy combinations of those terms. In fact, it seems that so much stuff is going to be happening each and every day, night off and day off that I want to record it all. Had I the technology, it would not be unlikely for me to update this every day, with complete detailed recollections on just one day and the adventures, hilarity and Travocity encapsulated within.
Oh, wait...

I do have the technology. There's a staff computer! It's always hogged by the Russian kitchen staff and not very fast, but it's still there and my dream of a Summer Camp Blog could make the hefty leap from my imagination to reality!
But it's not entirely a good idea. It would mean taking time out of every day to update, when I should be doing either:

A) counselor duties,
B) adventures
or C) WEIGHTLIFTING!

Okay, that right there was just a flat-out lie. I never weightlift. I'm the skinniest goddamn man on the planet. If I were to shave my head and get a major tan, you'd confuse me for a starving Somalian child...but then I could get money from charity's and free food and stuff...and just right there I thought up the absolute worst scam idea ever...Moving on, it would also be bad if I wrote about something really terrible that happened at Camp and people read about it on this and there would be SCANDAL, TREACHERY, LAWSUITS and just miserable BADNESS. Ah, wait. Only about three people read this. I'm safe...for now.
I'll just never mention the name of the camp. Plan.

I have a couple of goals for this summer, and they're serious goals, not just an excuse to make another bulleted list. But I made a bulleted list. I can't lie, I like'em. But seriously, these are serious goals:

GOALS

• Become "fairly" competent at playing the ukelele.
• Learn and utilize as much British slang as possible. (Accent optional).
• Overcome my phobia-esque fear of deep water and squishy lake bottoms.
• Never drink any liquid with an alcoholic proof of three digits ever again. [ATTENTION WORLD: Alcohol is bad for you.]
• Learn how to fight with a spear and/or buy a knife.

I'd be a happy man if just one was achieved. I have a ridiculous sunburn right now. I tried putting lotion on my back but naturally I couldn't cover my whole back so everything except this small area that was the only place I could reach is burned. I never get sunburned, but now I am, and this sucks. Must be karma. My spirit's former life before mine must've been a real dick or something, or as the English would call he/she/it/her, a real "wanker", or "tosser", or "bloody git."

See, already on my way with Goal Number Two. The counselors from the UK are helping me out. I'm also learning random words in Russian, such as how to say "yes", "leeches," "anchor" and "i love you."

Anyways, I'll write again soon. Promise.
Hugs and Kisses,
Travis H. Curran.