last day, last hours, and this ship smells like asshole

so its our last day and i can't wait to get off this f-ing ship. things are so difficult here with 50 people telling you 50 different things. andrea is pulling out all the stops and fucking around with boys in the pool at 3 am, making out with boys who have girl friends, and having desperate boys leaving love notes under her door. we got our shows video taped and they are COMPLETE SHIT. the sound doesn't sync up with the video and he camera man does minute long close-ups of knees, boobs, cooters, a random empty space on stage. its just bad. we have been screaming since we got the videos at noon. carly and i are sitting here bored out of our minds cause we're all done packing and everything is checked. la la la. the gifts of being organized. i hope matt is ready for me cause i'm gonna be in rare form. get ready bubs. anyways, this is unorganized and i'm skipping all the drama. i'll end with saying i haven't been passanger friendly since i woke up this morning and they can suck my $%(#. the end. home sweet home here i come. BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. i'll reflect later on