January the second, two-thousand nine

That is one of the only irritating circumstances of the New Year; trying to remember to put the correct number at the very end of the date. I can remember penning notes at school and having to constantly scribble over the last numeral of the year. Usually those times are considered the 'Good 'ol days' although I find my later youth to be far more interesting if not more fulfilling.

This was technically the twenty-first time I had celebrated the New Year and every one feels slightly different. And, as the days progress I welcome the new mornings. I do such because I believe we all learn something new every day and, I have always been one to readily absorb new knowledge. In fact, I crave it.

I have five months (if I include this one) left in Michigan. I am both excited and scared, although I never really like to admit to the second one. I am curious as to how I will come out of Camp. They say the people in charge break you down mentally, and then build you back up so you become what they wish you to be. What I wounder is, will I be able to hold my own? But, with the things I have already experienced (some things which would make any generic person unstable) I am pretty positive that I will be able to handle whatever they throw at me. Because, you know, I am so totally hardcore like that xD