P.I.S.E.D.

Yes, I realized I spelled pised not pissed...

Ok, seriously though, I am totally ticked off right now. I hate people who rub things in my face when they specifically ask for the exact same thing to not be rubbed in their face.

I started living with my apartment-mate by pot-luck. I was supposed to live by myself, but they were short on apartments, so I kindly said that I would move into a double. WHY?!? Why did I do that? I knew I couldn't live with anyone but Emily and Jenna without there being issues. (Well, and when Anne and I move in, we'll be fine). Anyway, I've been working on this final for over a week. She started on it 2 days ago. She's done...I still have 2 pages of my paper left to write. Which isn't a big deal, except that she's been stressing out because I was so far ahead of her. I never rubbed it in her face, I just told her how much I had done when she asked. Then, she asked me not to rub it in her face when I finished before her. Which, I wouldn't have done anyway because I think its tacky. Well, I get home from 4 hours at starbucks (where I only got 2.5 pages written) and she's just finished. What does she do? Goes on and on about it for 10 minutes. Even after I've gone into my room and shut the door she's trying to talk to me through my door about it. Good, you're done, I get it. Now get over it.

I need to finish the paper...and maybe this pissed energy will help me beat it out faster. I sure need some sort of saving grace, cuz this paper SUCKS.