pre-birthday week..

woke up just now in my dress from last night, with carol next to me=success. feels just like good 'ol fairfield. celebrated my birthday on south beach last night, slept over at my neighbor's house and walked home barefoot this morning. wish the walk was as short as my old neighbor's in CT. met a guy this week...requested infinity and the DJ looked at me like i was nuts....what a LOOZA. carol won't wake up, and my mom says "we have to talk"...someone iced me last night with a bottle of champagne...had my first five hour energy since senior week. thursday night was really fun, ended up at the strip club somehow, and then woke up in a high rise in downtown miami. i guess i need to realize that miami is not fairfield, walk of shames are now drives of shame, and this is in fact real. maybe one day it will hit me. i miss everyone from school....and would love nothing more than to stumble into the sandbar right now, in a black maxi dress, with some random boys sweatshirt on and watch the human centipede. feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed her