happy camper?

according to my calculations, there should be roughly twenty-eight days, fifteen hours, forty-one minutes and thirty-eight seconds til year ten leaves for camp, give or take.
in my ideal world, camp would be more like this, where you just wakeup and look effortlessly beautiful, go talk to the wildlife for a while, throw some loose clothes on, showing off your naturally tanned legs with a couple of scratches here and there which somehow look like they're meant to be there, oh look i've got a twig in my hair, oh no, it makes me look like the goddess from the forest, how sad, i've got a bit of dirt on my face, oh no i look like mother nature's hot daughter:

or on a good day, perhaps something like this:

but no, instead of this lovely ralph-lauren-esque beauty of a camp place, we have something more like ..

oh glorious glorious camp, how i will miss you when i finish school