Well, it's official. I will be going on the Corpus Christi Band Trip (all caps makes it special) and I will be rooming with Elizabeth, Emily, and Lauren.
Oh my dear sweet left pinky-toe, that has got to be the most fucked-up room in all of existence. I do not think it is possible to get a more screwy combination of mental cases into the same small area. I may kill them all, or I may emerge so saturated in estrogen that I actually like the three of them. I shudder at the thought. I seriously think it'd be easier to deal with rooming with a bunch of guys than the lot of them (I hate my own gender. Female bonding? I run away screaming. Literally, screaming. Ask Nicole, she's seen it.)
I fear the trip.
Oh, and it's official: I have to marry Julia's art.