FIVE! TWENTY! FIFTEEN! FUCK!

Suitemate [Lauren&I+BrianG] bonding last night. Frat party = Chinese drinking game + foosball + fun. Then 4th West for peach schnapps and mad dancing.

Brian: ARE YOU ROCKING OUT, BITCHES?

He is pretty much hilarious, and not really at all how people described him. Although he does try to go to mass every Sunday, which is kind of impressive.

Then today was the bexxx trip. We went to Rockport, and watched Crash on the bus ride up. Really intense. I liked it a lot, in a heart-wrenching sort of way.

At Rockport we [about 10 people at a time] went out on a private boat with a jet motor [pretend I know stuff about boats] and there were really soft leather seats and I got to drive the boat and I only spilled Coke all over myself/the boat once. And it was really fun, which was kind of surprising to me. Because I never really understood the whole boating thing. But yeah, fun. And we got caps with the name of the boat on them and we all wore them and sat in a row of rocking chairs on the dock. Which looked kind of cultish. Some kid took pictures which I would really like to see.

And there was a boat called "She Who Must Be Obeyed." Lauren took a picture of me with it, but knowing her photo-developing habits, it will probably be available next summer.

After the boat trip, we went around the touristy part with quaint little shops. I bought a little pink t-shirt [youth large] with seagulls. And we had "the best ice cream in Rockport." Mmm, pistachio.

And then we had lobsters for lunch, except not me, because besides finding lobsters ultra-creepy, I have that vegetarian thing. But I wore a lobster bib backwards like a superhero. And we [Lauren, Justen, two other bexxx frosh] played the part of the kids table, putting spoons on our noses and having generally way more fun than everyone else.

Good times, good times.