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Here I am, the designated driver. It wouldn't matter if I wasn't the designated driver though, because the bouncer at the bar had his own bar...wedged up his asshole. And so, my friend and I were carded, pointed to the door, and left on some sketchy street in Central Square, at midnight. The rest of our party, in a beautiful display of douchiness, stayed inside the bar, ordering round after round of shots, while the two of us sat idly by, scratching at the window. But we wouldn't stand for this! There were other bars that had to let in minors, or neglect to card them! Yes, we would attain the sweet, sweet nectar inside of them (well, I wouldn

I hereby announce my aim to update my journal more regularly and more sufficiently...I realize the thing has kind of gone to poop because of my neglect. But! Here is the rebirth: I just got back from California, where I was visiting my lovely girlfriend. If you see a plethora of new photographs posted, that's probably the reason...that state is amazing. So many things to take pictures of! There are trees, and rocks, and water, and naked people riding bicycles (in San Francisco, where people can be crazy). Now I have 2 days to relax before I start my annual 9 weeks interned at summer camp, bossing around little kids who are smarter and more

This is a journal entry.