I had an amazingly fun weekend. As soon as school ended I headed to Aptos with my friends for a beach house party in which much alcohol was drinken and much marijuana was smoked.. They walked out to the ocean at sunrise and saw a whale playing in the sea. I was entirely at peace watching the ground lighten up from moonlight to sunlight. Also a few early morning mamosas helped to lead me back into a blissful state.

The party was moved to a home with a punching bag overlooking the ocean. My friends and I punched it until our hands were bleeding (not really, just red ^_^) then an urge for dancing led else back into town. The three of us spruced up into high heels and dresses. We went to a few clubs for some drinks, dancing with boys, girls, and eachother. My friend's roommate was having a party at Pantera beach. I removed the heels and stomped down a large rocky path to the ocean. We sat on towels around the fire digging our toes deep into the cool sand. Despite the cold sand, having my feet covered in anything made me warmer. We hung out here until a bright light began to rise behind the mountain, yay police! All the cars parked by the beach entrance were fined $100. After people kicked out their fires the party died down and we decided to head back to have yet again, another house party.

We picked up 2 carloads of people and brought them to our final destination. We had a breakdancing room and a trance room. A lot of mischeivous groping and grinding occurred as well as dancing on a misty, cold lawn at 3am. There were not nearly enough cuddle puddles. This morning our large bunch grabbed some vegan yuminess at a diner that gives you a 20% off discount if you dress in your pajamas on a weekend. No arguments there.

Now its Sunday night. I'm tired, hungover, stupid, quiet, and ready to write a 3 page paper about William Blake. I miss a lot of people from back home. Not just my family but my SGSac friends as well.