Spring Break

Christ, I nearly forgot I had this damn thing. It feels good to be back typing away at any rate. Let me give you a little breakdown of SB'08....

I left around 2:30 in the morning with my boy JP. Got there in about three and a half hours, despite following the speed limit the entire way. I actually got pulled over early on in the trip, but it was only because I had my high-beams on. I actually had beer in the back; coulda gotten ugly.

Got there around 6 a.m. Things were pretty quiet around the house, as everyone was asleep. DP was the exception. He was wide awake when I get there for reasons unknown, and proceeded to hook me up with three JagerBombs. The week had officially begun.

Things kind of get blurry after that. I remember a wrestling match between Andre and Denison. Not too hard to guess who won that one. I remember taking a shower at 3 in the morning and everyone in the house staring at me (or so I thought, paranoia, eh?). I remember Salty McDougle's, throwing my phone, countless hours of frisbee, and those girls we met on the last day. I remember making a complete fool of myself multiple times. I'll table those indefinitely. Most of all, I remember how good it felt for a week to be free from everything. I didn't worry about shit. Not my grades, health, or hygiene. It was beautiful.

Looking back, I have to say that Spring Break did indeed live up to the hype. I made a couple new friends, and got closer with the ones I already had. And I fucked the bullshit and smoked some drugs.