I went up to my Great Uncle's camp at Galway. It was so nice to go back there. I haven't been there in so long. Before my Grandpa (Poppy) had died. It was so long ago, yet I remembered everything. The lake, the paths, the swings. It was such a flashback. That and the fact that my Uncle Eb looks almost identical to my Poppy now. I was weird. I was trying to take everything in. Just incase I never see him or the camp again. I wish my Poppy was still alive. I know he's having a blast up in heaven, but I miss him a lot. It almost felt that if I looked at my Uncle Eb long enough, my grandpa would just appear. Or come walking up from the lack going "Hi there Courtney, boy I've missed you. Sorry about that, but don't worry now. I'm back." I hate how people die. It's so sad. But anyways. Going up to the camp wasvery refreshing. It was just what I needed. Things around here just weren't cutting it for me. I needed to get out. I haven't felt this good since 123104 and 010105. Now I'm off to see Seussical: The Musical, with Jenny. Tomorrow is the Backstreet Boys concert at SPAC! I'm quite excited. Yesterday's LNI was pretty fun. I was quite mellow, didn't talk as much as I usually do. I don't know. Something was weird. I felt kind of lonely. Today has been one of the first days I've actually thought I wanted a boyfriend. But I don't, but I do, but I don't. You know the deal. I sort of just want to get away from it all. I really wish that we had a camp. That would be so nice. I remember how I went to El Stupidos camp and I loved it there. I could have just lived there forever. Unfortunately, with that camp, comes El Stupido, and as much as I loved the camp, it just isn't worth it. I guess that has been bothering me too, lately. I'm over him, but I'm not. Well, I am, but it seems that I'm still hurting from what he did. Well, Jenny will be here shortly. I'm sure she will cheer me up too. S/blah/2