fuck you, and your cat.

i've got granola all over my key board and everytime i type with my left hand it crunches. i'm in human bio right now and we're talking about the cardiovascular system. brako shows us a diagram of where to take a pulse, and so i look up from my computer to see a giant, anatomically correct, naked man on the big 20 foot projection screen. that's hot. so anyway...

i realize i haven't exactly explained what's been going on and why all of a sudden i'm very angry and upset all the time. i'll teel you all now, but i'm going to be kind of discreet about it, because one of the people involved likes to make blogs a big deal, even though reading them is voluntary.

*DISCLAIMER: IF YOU'RE GOING TO READ THIS AND USE IT AGAINST ME LATER, WITHOUT ACTUALLY SAYING ANYTHING TO MY FACE, STOP READING NOW.*

so, for some reason, none of the people involved can still quite put their finger on it, britt got annoyed with us tuesday night. something about me asking katie a joke question at dinner and katie asking why britt was walking a certain way threw her into a fit of rage. so the away message wars began. katie and i were confused and a little angry, but mostly just confused. and then it blew up. i guess our away messages, which really weren't that bad, pushed her off the deep end. she wrote a scathing blog about katie and me, calling us bitches, and liars, and judgemental. it was not fun. so katie and i were over it. britt won't say anything to our faces because she is a coward and needs to grow a pair, and katie and i really don't care. if we're so easy to get rid of, we dont' want her as a friend anyway. the big kicker came after everyone had calmed down and gone back to their respective dorm rooms to settle in for the night. we then get ims from christine saying that... OUT OF NOWHERE... britt told her she didn't want to be friends anymore. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?????? honestly... who makes a conscious decision not to have any friends? crazy people, that's who.

so that's where it is right now. she won't talk to any of us because she is fucking chicken shit, and the "give me back my stuff" war is on between her and christine. everything is being left outside of britt's door, even christine's stuff, because she refuses to leave her room to go put it up by christine's door. someone needs to drag her to some thereapy to try and figure out why she would do this. i'm not saying that if she gets help i'll be friends with her again. i never would after the way she's treated all of us.

alright, i need to stop talking about this. it's making me really angry, and i'm in class right now. not a good combo.

whatever. britt is done.