2007-10-11 - 7:18 a.m.
Raging.

My entire fricking family is coming to town this weekened. Mom. Dad. Quint. Spice. Spice's boyfriend. Aunt Care. Uncle Sport. Aunt Kat. Uncle Bore-is. Three of my cousins (Taj, Ronny and Toad) who already live in town will be expected to socialize with us.

Why would think they I have time for this? Tomorrow I have to help with an elementary school carnival (shudder. Kids are always so sticky at those.) and then go to a stupid bowling social for this organization I'm in. I'm also supposed to squeeze in the homecoming parade and social. Saturday all hell breaks loose as my family invades Collegetown for the homecoming parade. They'll leave late that night.

Sunday, I have a stupid new member brunch for the sorority, and three meetings awkwardly spaced out through the rest of the day.

Somehow, in the meantime, I'm supposed to have two big papers and three small ones written for Monday, a presentation ready for Tuesday, study for an exam Wednesday, write another paper for Thursday AND study for another exam Thursday night.

There's no hope of getting this done in my own room. Einstein is ever present and ever in danger of being strangled. She's already annoyed me this morning. It's not even 7:30 yet!

Einstein: Hey, do you have this black sweatshirt with our school's logo on it?
Ninja: Yeah (not really paying attention as she's trying to type up an assignment)
Einstein: Okay, well, here's the deal. I have two somehow!
Ninja: Okay (still attempting to work)
Einstein: So one must be yours.
Ninja: (she has Ninja's attention now) How did that happen?
Einstein: Well, where did you have yours?
Ninja: In the lower shelf in the closet.
Einstein: Well, (long ass stupid story about how she thought she had it at home but then saw mine sitting on the shelf and so she took. The story was long and still didn't explain why she thought something on MY shelf would be hers)
Ninja: Oh. The most interesting part about that story is how you seem to think everything in this room is yours. I HAVE FUCKING ONE DRESSER AND ONE HALF OF A BAR IN THE FUCKING CLOSET! YOU HAVE TWO DRESSERS AND ONE AND A HALF BARS IN THE CLOSET! I GET TO HAVE ONE FUCKING SHELF TO MYSELF, YOU SELFISH BITCH! So, you see, you're a big, fat, selfish, stupid bitch who is not only taking my space but also my sweatshirt. Put my sweatshirt back and shut the fuck up. I don't even want to look at you.

Okay, I didn't say that. I wanted to. All I said was "Oh".