I've been on a bus for way too long.
We just saw the House on the Rock or whatever.
Never. Ending. MAZE.
Me and my friends got lost, like, two or three times.
3 1/2 hours, and then there's a food court or something...
Then 1/2 more, and we should be at the hotel.
Fucking never want to get on a bus again.
Oh, and I've figured something out.
D doesn't want me 'cause I'm fat.
He just asked out another frosh today.
I'm not eating any fucking dinner.
I'm going to have some fucking fun this weekend. :)