Home Sick.

Yep, home sick from camp. Well, the previous weekend was something to talk about, so as I sit here close to death, I might as well tell you what went down. First, I found out Shane is going to Canada, bastard. Second, we went to one party Friday night looking for some action. There were only a few people there, stoned out of their gord. So Shane, me, Ben, and Chad say we had to go "get some food" so we could leave. I later see that they stole some vodka, and 6 beers. Sweet. Ben had heard about another party happening, so since we were on a roll, we decided to crash the party and help ourselves to some more free beer. This party was a lot different, drunks everywhere, and all of a sudden, every prep I HATED from highschool was there, so we were out. Not before we had about 10 more beers to our stash. They're going to use them for the long drive to Canada, which is fine by me. Seriously though, beer is o.k., but nothing is sweeter than stolen beer. Amen.