I want to write an essay. a novel. i have so much to say

but time restricts.
so in summary:

i just went to the worst organized 2 week camp ever.
actually forget the 2 weeks...it was the worst organized camp ever. period.

and i could rant about the camp for half of my novel.
i could talk about how irresponsibly it was run. i can say how greedy the organizers were. how stupid and inefficiently they "run" the camp.  and that they should have never decided to start the business in the first place because all they do is rip people off. and lie in their brochures. cheat people of their money, and insult professional music instructors with performance venues that are JOKES.

but despite all of that, i can only say that i am grateful. because i had the best two weeks of my life.  no thanks to the crappy restaurants. no thanks to the sweltering weather or the tour-guide-less tours. but thanks to Canada--because...well you know <3

and my thank you present for Canada is this:
I HATE YOU >.<
why can't you be part of the USA? why must you be so far away?  why does George Eliot have to be right??