The txt was from a phone number that wasn't in my phone...but it seemed vaguely familiar. It was a 678 number. It said if I ever saw Karl (?!) again, to tell him he's an asshole. Um, ok. I'll try to remember to do that.
I am still a little confused and reeling from my trip ("Wait...where am I again?"). I also have homework I need to get done this weekend ("Wait...isn't this supposed to be spring break?"). Also, watching Labyrinth with a couple of people who have never seen it before makes one very self-conscious about how ridiculous the whole thing is ("Omigod, look at David Bowie's bulge! Ewww!").
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