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Yuck, ick, ew, gross. If my weekend is ever like that again then I think I will explode. It was horrible. The only positive part about the weekend was coming back to Louisville and going to see a movie, and getting a phone call from Ed (who I never get to talk to). I got some decent pictures with my new camera, too. This weekend was crappy because I saw sides of people that I considered friends (or at least acquaintances) that I never thought I'd see from them and I never want to see again. If I ever did see that side of said people again, I would keep myself away from them because I don't want to be around people that (a) are jerks or (b) are two-faced.

And I SO hate hotels because I'm usually allergic to their pillows and sheets. I got lucky this time. But I always feel so icky and dirty when I stay in a hotel, no matter how many showers I take or how vigorously I scrub.

you're peeking inside the head of biancasimone @ 1:40 AM