I fought the war...but i won

Have you ever walked into a house and you could just fell the tension in it? You can tell everyone in that house will snap at any given moment.
Well that has become my house..... Ever since Tay and Liz's accident, this house as been a war zone. Sides were picked, treaties were proposed, treaties were broken, feelings were hurt, and Cathy’s tolerance meter has finally met its end.
And so the war began.
The night was Tuesday; it had been a long day for me. First I had tests on Mesopotamia, and my brain had met its limit of information. Then the first bomb was dropped. I was surprised with a mid term in my Music Appreciation class. So after taking this mid term I decided I needed comfort food. Pizza and cookies and milk. I went to my store to get food. And was forced to have an akward moment with my boss (FYI... my boss’s friend tried to get me to date him, and my boss he didn’t object. EW!!!!!!!!! That’s like dating the enemy! The old has a son 2 years younger than me enemy!! So let me just say again EW EW!!!!). I got back on my bus to come home.... got to the university and sat on the bench waiting for the #12 bus. It got there and I got on.... soon realizing my cell phone was gone.
I looked everywhere I even shook the bride’s maid dress I was carrying home for my roomie Laura, nothing. I search all around the bench at the stop, nothing. I got on the bus and went home.
I ran in and told Tay I needed to go back to the university..... as I waited for her I explained toliz how ad my bad was so far, when I told her about the pop mid terms she broke out in laughter, strike 1. Strike 2, she didn’t help me at all... she just sat there and watched me search.
I and Tay went to the university and luckily someone had a kind heart and returned it to security. I got my phone back!!!!!
I got home and I was just stressed.... besides all this I needed to study for an ethics test I had the next day and my best friend was getting his letter from the prophet back, that told us wither or not he was allowed to be baptized....... needless to say I was feeling the stress.
And then it started...... you see we have a very simple dishes plan. And I just so happens that I was Liz's turn to do them. And as we were talking about ties she walked up the stairs.

(A little back round Liz NEVER I repeat NEVER does her dishes.... the last 2 times I recalled doing tem first er boyfriend Brett did tem for her and second she smashed a plate in the dish washer because she put it on the wrong rack.)

So I say, "Hey Liz it’s your night for Dishes."
And she says,” like hell it is."
And then it started the fight of the century.....me vs. Liz. Swearing and screaming. And I don’t think I had been tat mad since Disneyland. I started shacking with anger.... I got louder and louder. I told her if she didn’t like how thing were ten se was free to move out, that she was lazy and inconsiderate. And finally I screamed "YOU DONT SCARE ME!” and she instantly shut up, walked down stairs and was not seen again till today. It was awesome... at last someone took her off her little high horse.
And so the war is waged.....this wont be the end. Until this lease is up and I can get out. But in the end I come out of this slightly better than her. Liz lost 3 friends from this.
But in the end I fought the war and I won.