You know people are bitches. They've showed it to you, they've outright proven it, and for some slight reason you can possibly think that they might change. Parents told me college changes you. Well, apparently It doesn't stop making you a bitch.
If you don't know her, then it doesn't matter. Just know that Stacey is a bitch. Flat out bitch. Those that do know her can vouch for me. She's bitter and was dumped on her ass by a guy that just didn't like her. She even complained once that it was stupid for me to pay to see my SAT scores early. I'm sorry, but it was my first time. I wanted to know. I think she was annoyed because I got better than her on my first try and she'd taken them twice. Her highest was a 990. Idiot.
I got accepted into a more higher standards college than she did. Not to mention the color guard is far better and has a way better instructor. She often quips at us on the team that know her about going to college and not having 'any friends'. You're a bitch, that's why you don't.
Tonight, a bug, a grasshopper, was scurrying around our floor. Girls were all screaming about it. I decided to go get rid of it. Taking the tip of my sabre I wacked at it, but before I could hit it, stupid bugger jumped away. So I smacked at it again. Stacey , whom has no life decided to visit and sit in on our practice, laughs and blurts out ' And you're supposed to be going to USF? Please.'
If my coach wasn't there, and she wasn't so far away from me. I probably would have killed her. Slapping her would have been more appropriate. Oh well.
So the moral of the story is, never count your chickens before they hatch. Or rely on bitches to change. They don't. You go and let them be bitter and feministic. You go have fun -- then shove it in her face. :D
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