30 July 2009

Me Talk Pretty One Day

Once upon a time i logged into Blogger and realized i had not posted in over a month. I chalked it up to trips the first week, laziness the next, "busy-ness" for the next three. Now, even though i have just recently resumed work, i find myself with time to spare, or, at least, more free time than i should have.

So what have i been doing this summer?

Answer: not a lot yet too much

right after school i went on a mission trip thru my church...you may have seen it in the paper, but i hope you haven't. all i'll say is that i was misquoted, to say the least. Of course, the $700+ application fee included a business class round trip train ride, but no decent lodging. Which is to say, i slept in a church basement. In a 16-bed dorm. In a converted closet. On the upper bunk: just below metal pipes and resting on the air-filled mattress that comes with the DIY bed that they expect you to throw away.

And this picture doesn't do my room justice, as this more open, bigger, brighter, cleaner room was for the girls.
Oh! Hello bathroom, with only 2 shower stalls for 20 adult and teenage guys.

And this was our lovely common room (this is how i feel hufflepuff's must look like). It was outfitted with all the proper amenities, including overstuffed couches, Apples to Apples, and a VCR with classics such as Atlantis and Shark Tale. The poster on the right wall with red block lettering was created by another church youth group in our town, and, while their poster looked better than ours did, i'm pretty sure they didn't have the initiative to start a street dance party at 10:30 outside a Metro station in DC. Because we sure did.

After i returned from a week of community service, i sure as hell wasn't going to contribute anything to society for at least a week. Monday thru Friday thereafter consisted of rising @ 11 am, eating incredibly unhealthy things, and rewatching Tony performances of Shrek and Rock of Ages' excellent/crap/hugely entertaining/mindblowing rendition of "Don't Stop Believin'." (which is finally a showtune!)

Then came the culture shock that is called "Learn to Row" camp at the Norwalk River Rowing Assc. Ah yes. I rowed in barges and shells, in sunlight and in rain, swept and skulled, and still managed to be paired with my brother in almost every boat. Most entertaining were our visits from the Russians (from rival Maritime Rowing), one of which pictured below (along with an irresistable goof from the website):

OlgaOlga Vengerovskiy is a former Open World Champion and Russian National Champion. She has extensive experience as a rowing coach. From 1980-1991, she coached at the Specialized School of Olympic Reserves in the Ukraine. After coming to the United States, Olga coached at the Saugatuck Rowing Association, and, together with Yan, founded the Water Sports Center in Norwalk.

Yuri Kolomiets

This is new our new coach. (ENGRISH PLEEZ?)

Technically, she's Ukrainian, but that doesn't make her less scary: she would ride through the water, flanked by highschoolers in single and double skulling (2 oars per person) boats, rowing as if their lives depended on it. Frequently, we would hear her voice (as she was hooked up to a permanent megaphone on her safety speedboat) cackling and screaming mercilessly to no end. "YOU'RE DOING IT WRRRRONG!" she would shout through the speaker, "NO AHMS, NO LAYGS, NO NAHTEENG!"

Oh, and rowing was a physical activity, so i really would prefer not to talk about it anymore. Moving along.

Then it was time for theatre camp, which brings me to today and this past week. It's actually been rather typical, if you consider songs, acting, and teaching little boys that it is imperative to wash your hands, yes, even if you didn't touch your penis a typical day job.

And that's basically it for now. In short, Top Chef Masters is great but the host sucks toast, the new Hell's Kitchen proves to be crazy like before, Meteor was a horrible waste of time, and i cannot believe i only just started Arrested Development on Hulu.

COMING UP NEXT MONTH: Jersey Shore, Cape May, Atlantic City, my birthday, suicidal AP summer work, a visit from the family in Rochester.

Until next post,