Another Camp

I think it must be a habit of mine to try and go on at least one camp per year. I haven't written anything over the weekend because, in case you haven't figured out from the title, I was away camping. It wasn't anything special like last time, where I went with most of my nerdy friends, visited a totally cool cave and enjoyed the company of my favourite teacher. No, this camp was more of a university-get-to-know-everyone camp, and it will always be not-as-good-as-maths-camp.

Maybe I just miss my favourite teacher.

After ditching all my friends behind, I've started to make some new friends in university. It's only when you start meeting other people that you realize what you've left behind. Oh God how I miss my college friends now, as much as I may-or-may-not have bitched about them at various times (I don't even remember). The people I met are nice enough, but we just don't have the same... well.... it's like we're travelling in the same direction but on parallel planes. So maybe it's not working out after all.

I feel kinda pathetic clutching on to my memories of last year, because I have trouble finding someone to make better memories with. Except nothing trumps the time when:
-I went "mountain climbing" with my friend and made it all the way up
-I found my Magic The Gathering cards in a dusty box and threw my friend the shitty deck
-I worked on a probability assessment task with a friend and we flipped through the pages laughing
-I engaged in deep meaningful conversation with a friend about why Asian men are chauvinistic
-We threw a great big maths-party at the end of semester and sang loudly (arguably badly, too)

Where does one find better friends than those I have described? Even if I threw those "NOBODY GETS ME BECAUSE I'M TOO SOPHISTICATED" tantrums every so often (alright, maybe too often), at least my friends weren't hundreds of kilometres away or on a different continent all together.

You know, life is a bitch.