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went for a walk, almost by accident. Started by taking a photo out of the window, then went down to the car park, and next thing you know, I'm chasing the moon all over campus trying to take decent photos of it. Failed. I really do need a tripod. There's something about taking photos, getting everything in place and in focus, you could fool yourself into thinking you could make the whole world work perfectly like that. Could being the operative word. Doesn't work when your hands are so unsteady the moon becomes one great blurry streak.
Went out feeling nothing, wandered around feeling peaceful, came back feeling alone and futile and otherwise depressed. Weird.

Probably the pre-camp emotional slump. Was exited all day about going to Bush Camp (and not having to fill in the parental release on the application :D), and suddenly i'm feeling blah. How's a camp supposed to fix anything? What is there to fix, anyway?
Hopefully I'll get to tent with el, though. Not being with her at EC was rather weird (why i dunno, since I'd never tented with her at EC before). Still, she has the unusual honour of being the only girl I'm really comfortable about sharing space with.

oh well... must continue preparing essay on the printing press. Then to attack patriarchy or marriage or something, i guess. Really wishing I'd done my readings in semester, now :P