The Dark-Haired Surfer Guy showed up again. X3 I think he said his name was John.

I was stuck in this stuffy boarding-school place and he was one of the only people I could think of to come and bail me out, so I called him and he infiltrated the place. (He wore a sailor's hat and some tight-assed bellbottoms. :D It was hot.) He wandered into the cafeteria where I was picking at some food, passed around some naked pictures of brunettes to distract the snitchy boys around me, and we escaped in his station wagon. XDDDDD Then the wagon broke down, so we walked through the woods and discussed where we would live without the station wagon. We decided we would go back to his big old house and open it up to other people--whoever wanted to come and go. A hippie/surfer crash pad, y'know?

But first, we had to hitch a ride back there. XP And that's what we were doing when I woke up. Bah! I didn't wanna wake up.


I wanted to go wander around town today passing out the God's Eyes and wishing peace upon mankind, but I'm not feeling up to going anywhere past the kitchen. I'm tired. Damn you, Week of Massive Bleeding, damn you!

Happy Woodstock Anniversary, everyone! ♥