2007-10-12 - 11:15 a.m.
Somebody should tell Einstein there is almost an entire internet diary devoted to her

Einstein enters the room at 10:00 AM, rubbing her eyes.

I'm typing on my laptop.

Einstein: What are you pounding away at?
Ninja: (pause) An email to my partner for an EdPsych presentation.
Einstein: I see.

Ten minutes later.

Ninja: (typing)
Einstein: What are you working on?
Ninja: (not listening)
Einsein: Hmmmm?
Ninja: (pause) What?
Einstein: What are you working on?
Ninja: I'm typing up my weekly practicum report.
Einstein: I see.

It's interesting that when she's in the room, I'm quiet. When she's not, I'm loud mouthed and vulgar. Such as the tirade I went on this morning just before she came in.

I'm in our closest, attempting to put away the laundry I did this morning. It would have been a lot easier if my shit wasn't all shoved behind her rack of clothes. I attempt to duck through them and get attacked by the four thousand empty hangers she just HAS TO HAVE hanging in the middle of her clothes.

"OW! Son of a bitch! This is re-damn-diculous!" I scream. I continue muttering as I hunch over in the back, trying to put my shirts on my hangers and squeeze them onto my half of a clothes bar. When I'm finished, I look up.

"No wonder she thought that sweatshirt was hers! She took over my shelf! Ho bag! This is such fucking BULLSHIT!" I'm actually yelling in my closest. Seriously, though, her crap is literally on top on mine on that shelf. I get nothing to myself! I attempt to get back out and get poked in the eye by another one of her hangers. "What the fuck! This has got to change! We're going to have a chat about this!" I yell and slam the door. It doesn't close because, you guessed it, Einstein's shit is in the way.

I know. I bitch about my roommate a lot. But it's because she drives me crazy and I have no other outlet because she's a big, huge, whiny, crybaby drama queen who would have a field day with me bringing up any of my gripes. And I don't want to deal with any more of her shit. I have an incredibly low tolerance for drama. I really should look into getting pills for it or something. It rivals my lactose intolerance, I swear.