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Alright yeah I just got back from the Florida Keys where it was nice and sunny and warm and all that, long beaches, blue water, tropical fish, the whole shindig. But I would have to say that the highlight was playing poker with my drunk cousins until 3 in the morning. Every night. It was sweet. Yeah not much else to say about that because it was pretty much just me chilling in a huge condo thing, we went fishing on the atlantic, but i got really sick the whole time, no puking thank god. I got a couple things for people, Melissa made me a sweet card for christmas and i felt bad because it was cool and nice of her and i did nothing, so I came across something pretty sweet in key west that i think she might like, I donno her card was pretty random and funny so i kept that in mind when I purchased this item. Melissa i think it will be a little weird if i gave it to you in the hallway at school cause i donno if it would fit in your bag, it's not that big, it's just a little bit oversized for a backpack pocket, i'm not sure when i could give it to you, maybe if i see you walking to whitneys with her one day after school, but who knows, you can IM me or something and give me some idea how i could get it to you. And if you dont read my journal anymore then i've just wasted a lot of time here and i'll be IMing you next time i see you online anyways. Cool. I also so a nice little pink shot glass that i thought Nikki 1 would like, so i got that for her. After i got back from Florida I went over to Nikkis and i gave her the glass and we went in a partied pretty much all night, i was pretty drunk, but luckily enough for me, there was no puking whatsoever, so that was cool. But man, this girl that was there is really bumming me out. The floccinauccinihilipilification is really killing me. Look it up retard. But yeah i kinda feel like she hangs out with me sometimes only cause she has to, or because her other friends aren't around as much as me. Alcohol can really bring out the truth sometimes. The truth sucks. I don't think i've ever felt so meaningless, it's weird. I would try to help her out sometimes if she was like passing out or something, i'd get her a pillow and she actually yelled at me for it. It's not cool. Oh well, screw women (pardon my p.u.n. - ing). I've got a 70's punk rebellion set of four CD's that i got from my cousin Peter, he's the man, the guy is going to college in New Zealand and he's learning how to make and mix cd's and all that stuff and he's an insane guitarist. He would go on playing guitar for like an hour and a half playing these blues and jazzy slow tunes and not repeat at all. I envy his life. I deffinetly plan on getting the hell out of this country when i graduate high school, sorry to all my friends, but I just have to leave, see cooler places and all that, i think i'll move in somewhere over in Europe, doesn't matter where. Ugh. Well it's five in the morning now and i'm getting the remnants of a would-have-been hangover - had i not stayed up all night - so i think i'm going to go find something to do, cause sleep is pointless now. Later.