I hate my life. sike. not really.

In Which Molly Deals With Too Many Cops.

I know I've been slum with this whole blogging thing, but it's been a moderately interesting summer... and fuck GET OFF MY BACK ALREADY.

Let us start with beach week. While you kids were off gallivanting and getting crunk under the warm, disgusting glow of the Ocean City sun, I was out SURVIVING in assateague camp grounds. We bought five 30 packs of incredibly shitty beer, and we were ready to consume all of them, until Officer Layman busted us in three hours after we had arrived. Five people got $300 citations, and I got to pour out 140 beers. IT WAS GREAT!


The next day, we bought a gallon of vodka. Unfortunately, we had nothing to consume this vodka with, because the previous day we had eaten all 40 of the hotdogs we had purchased for the weeklong trip. So the group went out and caught about 50 ghost crabs on the beach and boiled them for dinner. I am only telling you this as an excuse to show this picture:

I will now skip to the last day. It is 3:00 in the morning, certain members of the group are incredibly drunk, and after two warnings from cops, we get kicked out of Assateague camp grounds six hours early for drunken and disorderly conduct. Oh, and we got hit with a $125 noise violation fine.

IT WAS A WONDERFUL BEACH WEEK. How was all of yours?



Oh, right, I'm supposed to talk about kollege updates:
I leave September 2nd, and I pretty much know nothing else about school. I already got my roommate, though.
Her name is Sarah, and shes very normal. I am worried. But she is very nice though. Also, this is my dorm:

It is not nearly as pretty as Erin's.

It's name is Tilton, and it has single bathrooms and card-swipe doors. So this I like? Yes?










I leave you now with a picture of goats.