Journal One:
If your not crazy by the time you come to Gentle Acres, by the time you leave with out a doubt you will be.
My parents had reassured me that this would be the best summer of my life. Right, like there is nothing more fun then spending six weeks with someone crazier then yourself.
The cabin that I'm staying in is small. It has one washroom, two beds and I think there is a rat hole somewhere. Maybe by my room mate.
Her name is Darlene(my room mate). Don't even bother to call her Dar or D, because her name is Darlene. Just Darlene. She told me she is a compulsive hair puller. Well, she didn't exactly tell me. I sort of figured out since she was like practically bald (think Vin Diseal). She's not very friendly. She hangs out with her clique, 'The hair pullers' you could call them. Beside the fact that she's a total bitch, she also snores. Louder then Luke and Kevin put together and that's why it's one am in the morning and I'm still up, writing in my journal that Dr. Dan, my 'local' psychiatrist gave me.
How I hate Crazy Camp.