(cont.......)
So there was this huge mess, because Kara and I had to hunt the Bakers down to tell them that so far the trip was terrible, that there was no way we would go to different rooms, and we finally found them in the lounge. That was pretty much the first chance that we had to get to know Barb. She is seventeen, and lives in a suburb of Las Vegas called Henderson . She is very punk rock and wears Doc Martin boots and vintage clothing. She was asking us what the matter was, and she asked if we wanted to go out with her that night.
It finally got arranged that Kara would share a room with Barb and another Vegas girl named Kristen. I would have to share a room with Jane, who by the way is a hypochondriac. She suffers from flat feet, toothaches, severe thirst that can never be quenched, and a bladder control problem (evidently when she went to Girl Scout camp in third grade she didn't go to the bathroom even once, because the outhouses were "so fucking disgusting ", and hence the bladder problem). She is also half deaf in one ear. Yesterday she was complaining because her feet were "pussing", and her toenail was split in half. She also can not be around cigarette smoke ( which is a problem in Europe) because her eyes water, and she is unable to breathe through her nose.
I really feel sorry for her, and I've tried to be nice to her, but it's hard because Kara and I find it all too funny.
***Jane also goes on cussing sprees. For example, "I fucking came on this fucking trip so I could fucking sleep with you guys, and not some fucking girls who can't talk right.
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