Over-anticipation

It's that feeling, when you look forward to something so much, that you begin to worry about it. I'm supposed to be going on camp this Tuesday- and I feel like it's going to be the best camp of my life. Then I start thinking about the details...

1. We're going to a cave near bogan-town. I'm not exactly a nature-lover. In fact, I hate nature.
2. We're travelling by the school bus. I assume it's because we can't afford hired coaches, or because no one wants to go near bogan-town.
3. This camp is a maths camp.
4. I expect bad food and bad accommodation.
5. It's going to be so cold.
6. I feel like I'm starting to catch a cold
7. I think it's going to rain.

Not even romantic "kiss me" rain... Just... RAIN.

Why am I even going?

...BUT IT'S 2 DAYS OFF SCHOOL! Yeah yeah, I have work to catch up on... BUT 2 DAYS OFF! It's like I have a 3 day week! Escape from parents! No worries for 2 days! ...And... well, no reception and internet for 2 days. Typical of being in the middle-of-nowhere.

IT'S GOING TO BE WORTH IT. I'm so excited. And incoherent. And excited. OH-MEE-GAWD-CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMP. *school girl squeal*

Yeah, I'm going to stop now.