July.

July came so early. Half the year passed. I don't want school to start.

I haven't had Monday blues for the past 7 months, after all. Not sure how I can cope with it. Today's Monday, by the way.

Gonna watch Pacific Rim later at 7. Meeting more friends on Thursday before going to camp from Friday through Sunday.

I like camps but I don't really like camps. Doesn't make sense, right? It's troublesome, hate to pack, hate to be disrupted while sleeping, hate to shower only at an allocated time. It's not that bad yet it's still bad. What can I say.