I have 4 suite-mates. We'll call them ShaPi, TriWil, LinSea, and JesBo. When they do something annoying, quirky, or just down right weird, I will be blogging about it. Our first victim is ShaPi.
ShaPi stays up all hours of the night, singing at the top of her lungs. Her choice of music is much better than TriWil and LinSea's though, so I try not to complain. Today, I'm getting ready for church, got my churchy music on, and ShaPi starts playing her alternative music. This is unusual because she usually blasts church music on Sundays. I think to myself, "does she know it's Sunday?"
But lo and behold, she comes out wearing a dress. But wait, it's only 11am, church doesn't start until one. "Can you zip me up?" She asks. I zip her up as she sticks a dry toothbrush in her mouth and hurriedly brushes her teeth. "Do you have any gum?"
I reply that I might, but she doesn't seem to notice. "I have so much to do! I've got to go!" She yells and she walks towards the door. "I'm meeting President Bush!"
And with that, ShaPi was gone.
