its the last spring break of my highschool career and its been so gay. well thursday night was actually the most fun ive had in a LONG time. erin brooke and i downed an entire bottle of Captain Morgans at my house, well mostly Erin and I, and we were fucking S-M-A-S-H-E-D. most drunk ive been in over a year. it was fucking hilarious.. i passed out in the car on the way to boca joes about 12 times. but once we got there, GOD DAMN i had an amazing time. i havent been to Boca's since January and it was definitely worth the $7 i had to pay for the first time. (they caught on to our marker idea and now its impossible to get in without an ID) i danced my ass off and got hit on by basically every single guy there, and for once in my life i got to reject them! it was great. so then the ride home.. the last thing i remember is Felecia's boyfriend going 55 mph through the backstreets of Bingo, and we ran every single stop sign GOING 55 mph. aka we could have died at least 5 times. i blacked out after that, and apparently my brother found me on the porch that morning and had to drag me inside. my hangover wasnt even that bad the next day, haha. so basically it was a greaaaat night. i thought it might have sucked going out to a club not single, cause every other time i went i was, but it wasnt bad at all. it actually enforced my love for john, because they are all skeez balls at this place. (and probably every other bar in America.) goooooood times.