Y'all, this place is insane. I'm visiting my friend who lives here so most of last night was spent partying safely in his house, but we walked down to Del Playa, the main drag, at one point and oh my god, that must be what going mad feels like. There were drunk people everywhere, and all my friends who were here last year say that it seemed emptier last night. No wonder this university has its own strain of syphilis.*
Also, I met a cute sailor and we're going to dinner tonight.
*My friend's roommate claims this isn't true. But he goes to Santa Barbara. He is obviously biased.