"i think it's time!"

been in delaware since thursday around... two thirty. BOSS.
to the LEFT is a picture of our last night. yes that is a blunt. yes it says friends, and that big blue mass is the sky+starz.
we got there and it was rainy- boo. so we drove around in the golfcart. we went all around the place it was reckless. ;) we squished mad frogs, and went on trails. got bruises on our sides. and went through... eight thousand packs of cigarettes. and that was only thursday.
friday, we went on the boat. (next time you see me, ask me to do the boat voice.) we stopped at a sand barb- and watched my fatty dog swim. then we killed more animals 8) jellyfish to be exact. and everything else. sammy got an unintentional sunburn/tan. i got a bitch bathingsuit tan, and maria is just always brown-so we don't count her. my mom and my dad look mexican. cool. maria and i went to the pool after we got off the boat and met some nice chatty woman named lissy, that may or may not actually be her name. regardless she didn't mind that we sat there and smoked about three packs of cigarettes, and blew the smoke in her kids face. (jusss kiddddin.)anyway, so we then went out to dinner at outback steakhouse. sammy and i got hamburgers, and maria got raw meat. she's weird, i don't really get it. she then tried to convince us that the cherry flavored syrup in the sherlie temples is a well known word (grenadiene.). by the way, it's not. at all. so while she ate her jalopy & gerrydean soda, we made fun of everything. that and, well it's official that i cannot talk. "that was happy." i'm not going into this story. it wont be funny to you. they laughed at me for about twenty minutes. not-funny! then we went to civs. where we bought the necessities for s'mores: marshmallows, grahmcrackers, chocolate bars, and cigarettes. cooool. so we made s'mores. ate them, they were glorious. then we decided to play hide-and-go-seek. because we're seventeen and like to do that kind of stuff. then we decided that was gay, and we went to the beach. sorta, not before we decided to drive around and cock-block some biddies and tell twelve year olds that they're faggots and to get off. (don't ask.) we then made it back to frog territory, killed one by accident! and talked about boyfriend status and everything else that i don't want everyone in the world reading. ;) so we finally decided to suck it up and go to the beach- we parked the g-cart. and brought a sheet- layed down and had the most interesting conversation about astrology ever. like "hey! that's crazy!" kinda conversation. about a half hour into just talking, these three sketch artists showed up and were smoking a blunt: hence picture. we introduced ourselves, were mad creepy. and then we were top'd on the creepster scale (i didn't think it was possible either!). this kid, john, decided that he was going to not only share the rest of the blunt with us, but also talk to us about all sorts of weird things. we taught him new york slang, and made a new friend. he's from pennsylvania. and sixteen. YEAH! RAPE! :):):) finally! anyway, he lives on stem street. and is a biddie. but not really, cause he's a he. he drives a saline mustang and his friend drives a piece of shit with a BUMPIN' stereo system. i hope we get to chill again soon!! no. we just need to be 100% creeps next time we all go down there, that way we can make more friends.
so here's the score for delaware as far as 07/07/07 goes. (weird!)
friends in delaware: two. john & lissy. COOL!

anyway, i'm going to go walk these dogs (bitches) with my sister and talk to her about awkward situations. cool.

'lemme buy you a drankkkk'