Though the world did not stop turning, you may have heard the tragic news: I have lost my beloved Outdoor School water bottle. This wonderful, brown, nalgene holder-of-sustenance was forgotten in the cup holder of La Mirada's very own Regal Cinemas. It is hard to regret going to see It's Kind of a Funny Story because the movie was such a pleasure to see (flashback to the imagined rock concert given by the patients of the mental hospital, lip-syncing Queen and David Bowie's "Under Pressure"), but to have lost a water bottle that has stayed with me through countless (about two) weeks out at Camp Namanu and at least one freshman year at college is...heartbreaking. I love my water bottle. I love that my camp name was written on it. Some employee of the movie theater probably found it and thought that I either a) can't spell, or b) have an odd phobia of the letter 'r'. This would make more sense if you knew my camp name: It's Bandon.
This said, I now drink my water from a coffee mug that sits on a shelf beside my bed. This is far less convenient/the source of immeasurable subconscious stress (what if I knock it over in the middle of the night?!). Oh, to be me.
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