Hokay.

BUGGER.

I just got a call from the Astronomy Club, and it turns out that they're having some kind of orientation camp.

Okay, seriously. Why do we need a frickin' orientation camp for something like ASTRONOMY? The very logic of it just escapes me. Okay people, ask yourselves... Astronomy. Club. What does astronomy mean? As Dictionary.com puts it, astronomy is the science what is outside the earth's atmosphere. Or more accurately by Wikipedia, is the scientific study of celestial objects (such as stars, planets, comets, and galaxies) and phenomena that originate outside the Earth's atmosphere (such as the cosmic background radiation). It is concerned with the evolution, physics, chemistry, meteorology, and motion of celestial objects, as well as the formation and development of the universe.

And club. A club is an association of people with a common goal, and is often devoted to hobbies and general topics of interest.

Hobbies, people, hobbies.

So for some reason, people who decide that they enjoy the night sky as a hobby, suddenly need to go for an orientation camp.

They don't even discuss astrophysics, for crying out loud! Come on, what kind of an astronomy club is that? Horoscopes and constellations? Dudes, that's astrology. You need to be a bloody idiot to take mix up the two.

Honestly, if I go there and find that they're not actually an astronomy club, I'm just... Not going anymore.

Why do you even need to have a bloody camp anyway. I haven't even got any details about this thing yet and I'm already bursting with swear words. Believe me, it's taking a lot of effort on my part to keep using the more "obscure" swear words here. Ugh. The entire idea of "orientation" plus "camp" just makes me want to consider not going.

I don't do well in orientations. I don't need orientations. Orientations are nothing but bloody time wasters. They're just wasted hours where I follow a group around wearily hoping that the apocalypse would hurry up and just be here already. I stand around feeling awkward and out of place, while people do meaningless things and pretend to "bond" with one another. Also I get vivid images of a certain someone shooting everyone else at point blank range with a very deadly bow and arrow.

Yeah so what can I expect at this next orientation? Probably more of the same bullshit. Hey, what's your name? Oh, you're ____? Cool, I don't give a shit. Unless of course you're willing to discuss the hydrostatic equilibrium with me. If you have no clue what that is, nor any inclination to find out, we'll never be friends. Give me your number so that I can use you to help me pass messages around.

... CLASS is where I find people. WORK is where I find people. Because that's where I see a point in talking to people. Why would I bother talking to anyone in an "orientation" setting? No one is going to bother to listen. No one wants to know more things during orientation periods.

And I just don't want to be there.

Yeah and I'm not optimistic about this either. The last time I got optimistic about meeting new people, I was overwhelmingly...Underwhelmed. ie- They were a bunch of idiots.

I can already see what I'm going to do. I'm going to go there, take one look at the programme, and decide whether or not I belong there. But then I'll figure, "hell, it's just the orientation. They usually don't say much about the organisation anyway." So I'll sit through three days of what may or may not be a crummy time, go home and sleep, come for the next meeting, and then decide whether or not I belong there.

And right now I'm just being very negative. Can't help it. I'm just pissed.

I hate camps. Unless of course I get to loaf around with a superior air and do whatever the hell I want. Even so, they just come with... A lot of problems. For me, specifically.

One. I need to shower. I have sensitive skin. Sweat and dirt and not showering makes me itch like hell. Sometimes waking up sweaty in the morning is enough to make me so irritated that I would gladly take the chance to brutally murder a few cute hamsters. With a chainsaw. With little chainsaws on them. The only thing I can do to help myself is taking depressant pills. Which generally have the effect of making me feel nice and cozy until the effects wear off.

After which I'd have to deal with that horrible, sore feeling all over my neck and wherever else was affected.

So they'd better effin' let me shower.

Also let's not forget my food allergies. I can't eat a bunch of stuff. Namely shellfish and other various kinds of seafoods. Plus some random plants and sauces and whatever. In my previous camps, this wasn't too much of a problem because we could go out of the school to get food. If they're going to buy horrible, essence-of-plastic-esque bulk consumption material...

Well let's just say that I won't be very happy.

Also another part of camps that generally sucks is the lack of sleep. I'm not like other people, who can sleep for four hours and appear the next day looking amazing as ever. There are only two states that I ever feel good in: When I'm wide awake and fresh, or when I'm so tired that everything feels nice and warm and inviting to sleep in. Anything in between(like the kind of lethargy you get on a hot day) just sucks. A lot.

Also have I mentioned that how high up I am in the hierarchy contributes a lot to how much I can enjoy a camp? It's just bullshit when people make me do stuff that I don't want to. So when I'm in that position of power I let people do stuff that they want to. Unless of course they're idiots and the things they happen to be doing are worthy of a village idiot. At which I pull out my awesome trump card which is that "I'm better than you".

The awesome trump card that I no longer have. Awesome.

So anyway, rant. Rant rant rant.

This is just bullshit. I'm saying it here: If it turns out that it's actually astrology rather than astronomy, I'm just... Going through poly without a CCA. Serious.

Either that or I'll start my own club. And force them to rename their club.

And since I didn't post a picture last entry, here's a video:

-Joe