What a fucking awesome weekend I had. After an entire year of worrying about which college to choose, whether my transcripts were in on time or if I would be accepted, I am reaping all the benefits of being done with high school. The culmination of senior year is the shore, and it was so wonderful.

I've never smoked so much marijuana before. People did coke in my room. They threw up. I walked the boardwalk a thousand times and had funnel cake along with fried oreos. Only at the shore...

Right now my brain is pretty fried and I can't think of anything really good to say other than the fact that this weekend was one of the best I've had. I listened to good music and met people and realized how carefree and uninhibited I felt. How I got along with everyone and nothing bothered me, and I was having such a good time, and that I would really miss this when I leave. The shore was like this alternate universe, and the boardwalk was covered with kids my age who had been drinking and smoking just like I had and I felt like I belonged with them. I felt so accepted and cool. It was a great feeling.

I don't want to go to school tomorrow.