1 am. Screams
2 am. Screams
3 am. Screams
4 am. Screams
Now quiet...
There is seriously something Fucking wrong here.
I have morn' practcie... i shouldn't be up at this fucking hr. I'm sick... i feel like shit. I have a fever but i'm still going to practice because my asst. coach doesn't know that i'm sick.
The grls in my quad were getting ready to go to a dinner... turns out they didn't go. And they've been screaming at each other since 1 this morn'
Am i fucking dead?
4 weeks in. 4 Fucking Weeks IN! And they are still considering me like i'm dead.
Day time... oh nice... dandy... all butter cups and rosemary kisses.
Night... Bridget and i are non existant.
And i'm tried of it.
I don't go screaming to eachother in a hall way that is five paces big!
I don't go screaming when the walls are paper thin!
I don't scream period!
Today there will be hell raised.
They have one option. They wake me up, i wake them up.
They wake me up at nite... i wake them up in morning.
I will slam any door i come upon. I wills scream on the top of my lungs,"Good morning my pretties!"
I will be a bitch.
You don't live w/ two brothers who are pranksters Not to know a thing or two about them.
Pay back's a bitch... but oh so much fun.
CheZ