Just because they can't feel it, too

So, the week's been fairly uninteresting.
I'm getting irritated more frequently by the people I'm around. Which either means I'm getting to know them better (Good?) or that I'm tired of being around people (bad).

Mark has huge roommate issues with his roommate, Joe. Joe is worthless. He's a slacker, he cuts class, he expects everyone else to pick up after him. He mistreats his horse, does not understand basic compassion, fails to comprehend personal responsibility and respect.

Me? I don't like Joe. (Not that you couldn't've figured that one out.... oh, no)

But Mark has to room with him. Joe leaves the door unlocked, Mark has had to leave his stuff in his car because his iPod has already been stolen. Joe has people in the room up to four in the morning doing 'things'. Oh, yeah. Good stuff, there.

However, a guy on his floor, Kyle, is also displeased with his roommate. Needless to say, Meg, ironically, likes Kyle. We hang out in Mark's room to chase Joe & his cronies out. Apparently, one hyper ex-slovak & co. are enough to run most people off. So, I was talking to Kyle monday night and, needless to say, Meg and I managed to (Ironic how this happens..) completely take over lives and, managed to arrange it that Kyle & Mark will be roommates and their roommates will be moved intogether, too.

Mark has been trying to get that to happen, but he couldn't find anyone to switch with him. I nudged him in the right direction.
So, today will be spent help moving Joe out (Ew. I'm not touching his things) and Kyle in. Oh, joy.

However, last night I was talking to Kyle again. It's easy to understand, he's a nice guy, easy-going, fun to talk to. Meg comes in, finds out I was talking with him and starts going crazy on "what did you say?" "What did he say?" "what did you talk about?" "Did he talk about me?" "Did you bring me up?" And this was after she had suffocated Kristen and I by attacking our room with fabreeze. We have vanilla stuff. It smells nice, she has an obsession with it and goes overboard.

So it's 11:30, she drags Jeri over, comes over with the intent of getting me to help her with two papers, suffocates us with fabreeze, and is now going crazy over my laptop.
I told her he was just a friend, and as such, conversations aren't going to be relayed word for word, to her just because she wants it done.

Five minutes later, I turn around and she's on my computer reading it.
Needless to say, I'm not happy. My computer, my stuff, private. Mine. Mine, mine, mine. (Imitate: Finding Nemo seagulls. Mineminemineminemine.)

I was unhappy. Anyway. I put it away, (drawer) and walk out into the lobby with Jeri, she's tired, I'm annoyed, I slink out. Alissa & Damian stopped by, so they were talking with Kristen and Meg. Eventually Meg comes out and says "FYI, I was so tempted to read it after you left."

. . . . .
um?
Excuse me?
Are you really that dense?

So anyway, I eventually chase everyone out (Meg & Jeri left, Alissa & Damian talked with me for a while in the lobby) and I come in the room to find that Kristen had my laptop next to her.
Right.
"Tempted to read"? Try "Had taken it and had Kristen take it back away".

-headdesk-
It's not that difficult to comprehend personal space. It's not that difficult to comprehend private, personal things.
Mine, is mine. If I share something, okay. If I don't want to?
Don't push it. Certainly don't violate my personal space and go through my stuff to GET it!

Grh.
Irritated.
She's just got so much energy, so much emotion, it's in everything she does. And she's exhausting to be around. I love her, don't get me wrong, she's a wonderful person, she doesn't have a mean bone in her body. But she needs to step back and stop thinking about "Me", but look at the bigger picture.

Goal:
Teach Meg personal space.
In lieu of that:
Find a place to hide laptop.

Worth taking note.
Love you guys!
-El