i thought the drama ended in high school.

lj title: All right, let's do this bitch!

The rage entry:

There are some real charmers in my section. My class is huge, and there is unavoidably some clique-ing. Actually, I exaggerate: there is a clique of two with 2 sweet hangers-on, and the rest of us. The rest of us get along happily whether or not we hang out all the time (which we don't), but these two girls are just...I don't know. It's like they sized us up and found us wanting because we don't get trashed Thursday or Friday nights. I mean, they and one of their nice girls quickly got the label "the pukeskateers" last year, if that clarifies things. I'm sorry, bitches, I don't like feeling shitty at a long Saturday morning practice or for my Friday classes just because someone thinks that's the way college has to be. Plus, I love my liver.

(Oh, iTunes, you know just how to raise my spirits. I love "Baba O'Riley"!!)

But I digress. This past game was versus asu, and I had friends coming. At first, I thought they would be there as we marched over, but I should have known better. So I was going to march along the outside so that I could see them easier, but I didn't since they weren't there. But I've been on the outside exactly zero times this year (including the sophomore trip [FUCK THE julie!]), and I thought it was about time I got a chance. So, after the postgame show we were lining up and I said, Ana, I want to be on the outside for the way back. She goes, why? Well, why do you fucking think, you cunt? It's a little boring in the middle and you can't get any alcohol from the crowd on the way back, so why do you care? Of course, I didn't say that because I am repressed and passive-aggressive. What I said was, you've been on the outside for every time so far this year. It's my turn.
Her: This is my spot.
Me: No, Busfuck said we can switch it off since we're THE SAME GRADE. (In retrospect, "same year" would have sounded less dumb, but whatever.)
Her: No, she said if you want it, you had to say so then.
Me: No, that is not it at all. Plenty of other older members have this same thing going on and they just switch.
Her: [bitch noises] [drunk noises?]
Me: Okay, fine, then I'll get the outside for cal and ucla.
Her: [bitch tone] Why are we talking about this now?
Me: --
And the whistle interrupted. Oh, man, I had a mouthful right then. First off, obviously, talking to her about it day of means nothing happens at all because she'll just stall me until it's time to move. Second off, why not figure it out then? Did you have somewhere to be?

I wish I had something to punch. I love my pillow too much. I wish I were taking a martial arts class. Or something. Maybe I need to get into a fight. I could kick her fat ugly ass if she didn't squash me first. Fuck you and your hockey practicing. I'll take you any day. I have no scruples. I'll kick you when you're drunk. Next time I pass you a beer in the ranks, I'm making sure it spills all over you. Watch yourself.

End rage post. I kind of feel better. Too bad some weird-ass song just started. Enough of that.

music: O Magnum Mysterium because I need some beauty right now
mood: frustrated