Fantasies: A Rambling

You know, it just occurred to me how much time I spent fantasizing about things. How much time we all spend fantasizing. More often than not, I think it's about something that we know probably won't happen. Obviously, it's something we want to happen.

Like me, for example. At my sleepaway camp, there is an extremely hot guy counselor, who happens to be in college. (I'm not, if you were wondering.) He wasn't at camp this past summer, and I'm not sure if he's going to be going back again. Heck, I'm not sure I'm going to be going back again. So, I've indulged some nice little fantasies that involve me and him, in one of the day camper cabins that are empty at night, and well... you can fill in the blanks. 

The chances of that happening are quite slim. Really? Huh. I guess this the first time I'm really acknowledging that. But I still daydream about returning to camp this summer and having a hot fling with a college guy, because lets face it, it's enough to make any high school girl's toes curl. And everytime I see a picture of him on Facebook, I get a weird  feeling in my stomach.

By now you're probably wondering what point is. Honestly, I got none. I said I would post once a week, and this was what popped in my head today, so I decided to ramble on about it.

If anyone has something to add, feel free to comment.

The Longest Half Hour of My Life

This morning, in my town, there was a walk/run for cancer. For some reason, the people who organized didn't notify everybody else, or even put up a sign to let drivers know that traffic would be held up. See, when my parents drive to my guitar lesson, we can take a number of routes. Unfortunately, since we were not told about the walk/run, we took the route that overlapped with the route of the runners (and walkers).
There was this intersection, where the runners had to turn left. Now picture this, you're in the car, and runners come from the road that is to your right, and turn left, onto the road next you. Do you see why you wouldn't be able to drive straight across the intersection? You could (and probably would) hit a runner.
So, only the people that were going the same direction as the runners(the opposite way we were going), were sometimes allowed to go. My parents and I sat in the car for almost forty minutes, waiting for all the runners and walkers go by. I was a half hour late to guitar, which only lasts a half hour. Luckily, my teacher had not left yet, and was able to fit in a lesson, before he left.