Now, I keep telling myself that I don't mind sharing a bathroom with three other girls. As long as they knock first (they don't) and keep their puke off my stuff (who knows?) and check to make sure no one's peeing before ripping open the toilet curtain (HRRRRRRRG), then we really don't have a problem.
Okay, we have a problem. Not so much that I want to complain or (god forbid) talk to them, but enough to give me a good old fashioned rage. Yesterday's offense involved bringing a boy in the bathroom for a private chat whilst I was showering.
Back to the bathroom ghost.
So in this morning I threw myself into the shower (which has a temp range of about 110 to slightly over 9000) and firmly closed both doors behind me (important!). While I was preparing myself to be cheered by the scent of either delicious oranges or Sooper Sexy shampoo, it happened.
The light's went off. And if you've ever had a brother, you know the initial horror, followed by either "JESSSSEEEE" or "I'm telling mom". I stood very very still for a long time, clutching my So Sexy like a weapon, waiting for the inevitable and tragic death that awaited me.
Me, waiting for my tragic and inevitable demiseFortunately, the lights came back on after about 5 or so minutes.
