*looks at clock*

It is 4:47am. And I am up. No, I am not still up from yesterday. I went to sleep hours ago.

What’s the problem, you ask? I’ll tell you. I was laying in bed in a deep sleep when all of a sudden *bang, bang, bang.* Somebody was knocking on my window. Immediately, I get a little scared b/c nobody here knows me but Dee, and I KNOW she wouldn’t be knocking on my window at this hour. So I let it go, go back to sleep. Two seconds later, *bang, bang, bang.* I hear it again. Again, I decided to let it go b/c I don’t know anyone that would be banging on my window at this hour and I knew that all the people on this hall had a key to get into the locked door. After it happened again, my fear of danger checked out at register 9 and I FURIOUSLY opened my door. I looked at the window and it’s some ‘kid’ standing there. He’s not somebody I recognized but again, my ‘fearless’ attitude at that moment didn’t care.

I pulled the door open and asked him if he had a fucking problem (YES, JUST LIKE THAT). He told me that he was trying to get to the girl that stays next door to me and didn’t have his cell phone to call.

What? You mean to tell me that you just knock on the windows of chicks that you don’t know b/c of some damn booty call that’s obviously not meant to be? I proceeded to curse him out and went back into the room.

After I did all that, I STILL felt as though I had not done enough. Listen, it is hard as hell for me to go to sleep, but even moreso when I’m sick. Getting into a great sleep is like winning the lottery for me. SO, I knock on her door and he unlocks it. I push the door open further and say to her “Listen, I don’t know if your little friend told you, but do you know that this irresponsible son of a bitch just woke me up out of my sleep by banging on my window at 4 something in the morning.”

The words ’son of a bitch’ left my mouth before RATIONAL Jia could think to control them. But again, when I’m pissed off, I have NO concept of danger. None whatsoever. I am not saying that this is GOOD but when I’m super pissed, I don’t think “Oh, what if this person has a gun or what if that person has a knife.” By then, I don’t give a fuck b/c I feel disrespected.

So she just laid in bed and the whole time, dude is talking to me, trying to tell me (again) why he did it. He said “Look man, you talking to me like I’m a little kid,” to which I responded “To me, mutha fucka, you are a fucking kid…you’re a kid who irresponsibly leaves his cell phone at home and knocks on the windows of strangers so you can get some ass that’s probably not gonna happen.” This jigga says to me “Well, how was I suppose to get in if the door is locked? I had no choice!!”

I don’t give a shit if Jesus is standing at the door and telling you to knock on MY window! If I’m standing here NOW, telling you don’t let that shit happen again, you better not let it happen again!

I slam the door and walk away.

I don’t care what anybody thinks of how I handled it. Don’t wake me out of my sleep b/c your ass is irresponsible and wanting some pussy at 4 something in the morning. FURTHER, don’t tell me how to talk to you when your raggedy ass woke ME up!

Oh.My.GOD! I am so pissed off right now that I can’t see straight. I can not WAIT to get the FUCK out of Chapel Hill!!