Sixty Days in Silver Cliffs.

At the moment i just finished yawning. My eyes are tired, there's dirt in my shoes and on my jeans, and due to an under-appliance of deodorant, i might possibly stink. But such is life- better yet, such is my life- no, no- even better- such is my summer life that'll last approximately sixty days.
I'm in the land of the mountains, where you see snow all year round- even in June, and most of the time it's below 50 degrees. But I honestly can't complain. I kind of like it here. Dont get me wrong- it's nowhere near being called Home. But it's as close as it gets at the moment, and i make do with what I can.
For those of you who have never asked me that oh-so-popular end-of-the-year question, "What are you doing this summer?", let me explain. There's a camp here in Colorado on the outskirts of a town named Buena Vista (the locals call it Beunie). It's called Silver Cliff Ranch, and it offers waaaay too much money and waaaay too much work. And that's where I am.
I miss home, more than usual. Partly because home has become to mean so much more to me than simply a cement building with my furniture in it. It's the whole city- the people- my friends- everythng- my family. I miss all of them.
Every day i think things start meaning more to you- subconsciously- i dont think anyone will really know it's happening to them. But in the end, we all get attached to somebody, or something. Is this human? or is this just me being stupid, and really anybody could go their whole lives without really loving anybody, or caring for anybody but themselves. I couldn't. I need people. I need society. I need music, friends, family, strangers, art, literature, nature, God. I'm attatched to these things, and I really dont think I could go on without any of them. And I never knew this until lately.


I'm learning something new this summer. Want to know what that is? ok i'll tell you: People Are Weird.
I always thought, living in an MK bubble and all, that only those nurtured and spoon-fed their whole lives, like the ones in Binimea, are the only ones that are strange, and that everyone else in the United States of America were just normal human beings, none of them strange in any way, all of them different, but completely..i dont know...calm and collected.

I was wrong.

I am in a campful of simply weird people. I've never met anybody so...different.... so not normal. They're all characters, all a complete opposite of what I thought people here would be like.

Conclusion: people are never what you expect they'll be.