what? you don't think tanning is crazy? because then i'm gonna think that you're pretty fucking crazy for wanting to lay in a solitary position for 8 hours a day to change the color of your skin. oh. sorry. you have to get up and switch positions as the sun moves. how silly. apparently, it's also silly of me to think that you can still get tan while doing OTHER things outside. talk. move an arm. possibly bring it up to that physically straining level of taking a walk down the beach. but it was my friends spring break too.. so i just had to break the wrist and walk away. break the wrist. walk away. ya i have to get a napoleon dynamite quote in where i can.
so anyways.. then we went out drinking every nite. the bars were all in walking distance. i just love when i can walk more than three steps without getting whistled at by a 19 year old. its a special treat since it didn't happen too often down in daytona beach. and you would think it be something like "hey baby" or "how you doin" but no. it was something to the tone of "SPRING BREAK!!!!!!!" well thanks captain fucking obvious. do you have tourettes or you just think its really cool to point out the obvious in a loud screaming voice to every girl that walks by? my favorite, though, were the locals. they were just loving it all up. they waited for those couple weeks in march during college spring break so they could break out their pick-up trucks with rims on the wheels. the trucks looked like idiotic toys on the big ass wheels that were honestly five feet tall. i mean. please just get a life. and by get a life, i mean die. because the world would be a better place without you.
the whole thing was just sobering, really.
and no, i'm not 55 years old. i'm normal.
