At the camping (sing along now…)

After exploiting the internet at school with TommyCee, I grudgingly packed my bags and skidaddled to Den Bosch. There, I found out that I had to go to Boxtel in order to get a traincab to Flevo. I sighed and went (like a lamb to the slaughter). Finally in the traincab I met a girl with guitar who was real cheerful: Lianne. We joked some and walked to the entrance together. There, we got wristbands and I reached my friends (who had a tent where I could sleep) by phone.

We rehearsed the dance right away, in a steaming-hot tent. After sweating heavily it was deemed ‘ready’ and it was almost dinnertime. I got a meal, some vegetarian grub because I was in the vegetarian line (but hey, why put up signs?). I had already lost my Mirrorian friends so I dumped my Bourgondian mushy rice-stuff on a table.

I was quickly joined by two metal-looking dudes who, like me, wore a yellow wristband. That meant they were performers or shopkeepers (normal visitors wear red bracelets). So I asked them and as it turns out they were the drummer (sandwich, peanutbutter, pickles…) [and a nipple piercing!] and guitarist of Morphia. We talked bands and music and performing. They would play at 00.15. I was so bummed! If there was one band I wanted to see, it was doommetal Morphia. Too bad our play started at 00.30

Later that night, I finally found Tjerk (squeak, yell, jump, hug) and we talked and hugged. It was so good to see him! I had really really really missed him.

So, the play went okay. I superbly enjoyed the demondance but the technicians screwed up. Tonight a second try.

I woke up at seven and again at 09.30. Had some coffee and a cracker with chocolatepaste. I have a great view of some trees and half-naked Goverts (I’m blind!!!). Going to see if the line at the toilets is gone soon and see if there’s a decent breakfast.

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Well Govert turned out to be a complete arschhole. He implied (but didn’t say it in so many words) that since everyone else wanted to do stuff here, I could do dishes and haul water for the group. I didn’t even want to be there, so my day was ruined anyway and I could do the chores. (but why make it worse?)

I did get the water but I don’t intend to do more than any other Mirrorian. Screw them!

There’s a Jesuspopband playing in the background. I have greatly enjoyed the company of Lianne again. I really feel like a bitch today. Problem is: it’s much harder to love than to hate.

In the shade, sketching goth dresses, reading about meditation and dreamwork, writing LJ and studying until 9 pm I suppose. Blah. White handkerchief on my head against the sun. I feel like an idiot.

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I’m bored
I’m so bored
I’m so fucking bored

Nine (as in n-i-n-e [9]!) hours before I have to perform again. Just shoot me now.

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I wish TommyCee was here so we could kick ass together (and I wouldn’t be bored) or that I was at home.
I played some beachvolleybal for some two hours. Lounged some, did my nails, studied (two pages). I want to go home…

Spike (René, he looked a lot like Spike the vampire) was a bit of an arrogant person but also a bit nice. Bit cute too. Yumm. For him, I have eaten sand. Face-down in the dirt.

Kris is barbecueing now, if I’m not mistaken. I am probably not mistaken.

Face-down in the dirt. Hm. Yes. That was nice. As low as a pig…hm. *Nods* Yes, nice.