...This Isn't Just The Story Of A Girl...
Monday, March 23, 2009
I wonder if that place still exists...So, I had a pretty much awesome day, up until I signed into msn at Matt's place...but I deserved that.
SO the day started off with my Ren calling me and being all "Coffee bitch! NOW!" So, as always, I got up, and dressed and headed out the door. We ended up at Starbucks, then i got some knee highs from American apparel, then we hung out in the park where we used to skip school, and then, finally, beat the bus to Carlingwood shopping center by 10 seconds...walking. We talked alot about what's going on in our lives...and I really needed this day with her. Seems like out of everyone I know, her and James know me the best. Well, she has known me since we were 8...Halloween camp at Camp Woolsey...GIRL GUIDES FTW..not really.
I wonder if that place still exists...it would be awesome to shoot a horror movie there, with it's dilapidated cabins, and Impeza..the so called "haunted" nurses cabin. I think that's what it was called...no one went into that place for years, they say the spirit of a young boy haunts it.
Before Woolsey was a Girl Guide camp, it had belonged to the Boy Scouts. The story goes that one winter, about 100 or some odd years ago, one of the boys thought they would try to cross the lake over the ice. Well that boy fell through the ice and a Leader came out and saved him before he drowned. He brought the boy to Impeza, so the camp physician could check him over. The physical cleared the boy as fine, but kept him for observation overnight. Some how the boy died. The say that if you were to venture inside the cabin, you'd know the boy's presence if you looked at the bed that was built into the wall furthest from the door...it would be dripping wet. He's also said to be an angry spirit...that's all I really remember from that. What's even creepier is that you have to pass Impeza to get to most of the main Camp and down to the lake.
Anyway...let's get back on track. I met up with Matt, then he took me home and I hopped on my xbox, I wasn't in a good mood and was up for killing some zombies...it always makes me feel better...anyways, I enter a random lobby and some guy is belting out "Don't Stop Believing" by journey...we had a sing along in the lobby...it was fucking great. Cheered me up for a bit.
And now I'm going to bury myself in Shakespeare for the rest of the night...I know if I sleep now I won't be able to get up for school.
FTDS
<3Ina
