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I just got back from the beach yesterday. I was there for a week and the optimistic way to describe it was hell. If you dont know why, just ask my mother. She finds a way to make every vacation completely and utterly unbearable. However, mr. sun, mr. ocean, and mr. sand told my mom to read between the lines by giving her the big ole middle finger. They made vacation almost decent. I got an awesome tan (for me!) which in general really isnt all that great. Relative to how I usually tan, however, it was quite a big success. There was a hot girl at Amelia's. Thats a beach restaurant in Gloucester. She was eye fucking me the whole time and giggled everytime I looked at her. I should have at least gotten her number but I'm usually pretty yellow when it comes to that stuff. And now I'm starting to sound like Holden Caufield. It's probably because I read Catcher in the Rye during the day it rained at the beach. Such a good book. Usually people are like "ughhh classics, they're SOOOO overread." Well you know what? Fuck you. It's an awesome book and you can read it over and over and over and over again and find it hilariously genuine every single time. This entry really sucks. I'm sorry.