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August 21, 2005
Girls hate mustaches
Went to the beach, partied. Played frisbee football and drank lots and went swimming. Then we had dinner at hooters. They have good food. We decided to get a hotel room so we could shower and make ourselves more presentable to the ladies and I decided to lose the mustache I've been working on for the last week or two. Girls hate mustaches. (We're growing them in our class, we thought it would be funny if we all had them.) I didn't have a razor so Nance called down to the front desk and pretended to be me. He said Hi, my name is and I have a mustache, do you have any razors?
At some point in the middle of the night I was attacked in my sleep by drunken sailors. They jumped on my bed and they were breaking the styrofoam cooler over me. I jumped up and started beating the shit out of them and my necklace broke and I got pissed off. There was pooka beads and styrofoam bits everywhere. This was at like 5 in the morning.
I felt rough when I got up today. I guess the girls didn't like my show because my dry spell is still going. Its been a bad year, nobody loves me. The good news is I'm going to be graduating soon, and I should be getting my new plan together in the next few weeks. I want to go to Hawaii.
Posted by K