The Fairy Tale of My Summer.

Everytime I'm online now, I'm bumrushed with instant messages from people who haven't talked to me since May. I really went off the radar at camp. Everyone wants to know the down and low with what's been up with me this summer. It's flattering, to say the least. I haven't felt this popular since...hmmm...fifth grade maybe. Unfortunately, spinning the same yarn gets tedious. I've made the executive decision to no longer repeat myself over and over again with each inquiry and instead refer them to this page here. Shameless blog-promotion (more hits!).

Anyways,

Once Upon a Time a young man named Travis worked at a summer camp in Maine. He was the counselor of a cabin. Four children lived in that cabin, and they were all very well-behaved. Travis edited the camp's newspaper, wrote and directed the camp play The Mohican Man with help from his good friend Pat, taught children how to sail, and helped out a bit with the boxing program. It was a very fun summer. There was a newspaper out every Sunday, the play was a sucess, and he got his own corner during the camp's annual Fight Night. During his time off, he went on adventures, to all-night diners, bought a lot of things, and met a pretty British girl named Michelle who worked nearby. Unfortunately, camp ended and Travis was sad. Fortunately, he still had a couple of weeks of summer left before he had to return to college. He spent most of his time seeing Michelle and even went WHITEWATER RAFTING (If you have not done this, go out and do this right now). Travis is very happy now despite the summer's end approaching. How is he supposed to enjoy himself if he all he does is worry about what comes next?

The End.