I know I know. It's been awhile. Did you die? Where have you been?
Bah. I haven't been having fun, let me tell you that much. I visited the parents for Easter, my dog that I've had since I've been 10 died, I'm broke, fat, sick and at the present time, just not amused.
But anyway, that's my excuse.
I'm pretty pissed off again. The other night, right before a fucking midterm, my ear drums were horribly assaulted by the sounds of about 30 shrieking females. Was Vin Diesel lost and looking for directions? Was Johnny Depp wandering down my street? Had Chris accidentally visited the wrong apartment?
I looked out the window, to see a bunch of girls lined up, screaming at the top of their lungs "WE'RE CHI...OMEGA...GAMMA...WHOOOOO!"
This continued for the good part of 45 minutes.
A) I live off campus. I pay out of my ass to do so (look at my debt and bills if you don't believe me). Thus, I don't feel like I should have to be subjected to Barbie, Skipper and 28 of their closest friends cheering down the street.
B) Seeing as I live off campus, and it was TEN THIRTY AT NIGHT THE NIGHT BEFORE A BITCHIN MIDTERM...It's a noise violation.
C) If you are so fucking stupid that you need to chant to remember what organization you are in, you have more issues than I care to lay out in my blog.
D) Every time one of you tools throws a party, I have to park literally 3 blocks away from the apartment I rent. Move your Miada out of the front of my building, or next time I'll move it for you.
I don't like sororities. You're right. But this is why. I can't even sit around in some peace and quiet in my own fucking apartment because of them. I was nice this last time. Next time, I'm calling the cops. I'll be sure to have em tell you that The Tweeker Chick sent them. Why?
Because some of us don't give a fuck if you're Chi Omega Gamma. I don't give a fuck if your the goddamn Pope. You can at least be fucking quiet about it.
One final thought from my favorite message board:
"...most people don't hate Greeks because they drink frequently. We hate them because they're snobby, elitist tools who feel the need to carve their letters into every desk in which they've ever sat."