2. Interrupted

A few days ago, a family of three arrived at my front door while just a short while before, I was in the midst of an impromptu nap, pantsless, and unaware of their impending three-day visit.
Imagine my surprise (or theirs, I suppose) when I opened the door in almost exactly that state (I made the stellar decision to put on pants) while the three balls of brown rolled through the threshold, too enthusiastic about seeing someone who barely recognized their faces and just less than a minute ago, was pantsless.
These past three days have been unbearable. Aside from an underwhelming birthday (a rant which I will save for another procrastinated blog post) and the less-than-absolutely-necessary hours I put into studying for a three-hour AP Biology practice exam, a family had invaded the privacy that is my life after school.
On a normal day, I come home from school, change immediately into a pair of XXL Eeyore fleece pants and the 2004 SBCE t-shirt, turn on the television to watch whatever show I had missed the night before, and scramble for a plate for the scarce amount of ready-made  food I have in my pantry before literally flopping down in front of the television until I fall asleep with an empty plate for a pillow.
Imagine a girl who has done this for all 16 17 years of her living and suddenly, with no warning, this life of luxury is snatched away from her and flattened under the unnecessarily large suitcases parked in the middle of her living room.
Like just now, I crawled out of my cave to get a cookie, but instead of it being a quick sprint up and down the stairs, I was forced to offer my quickly declining number of cookies to the couple canoodling on my couch (the couch I spent so many hours napping, enjoying cold pizza on) (my couch) (Also why are they canoodling? Stop this nonsense. You're both middle-aged Indians whose parents arranged this life together for you and I'm sure they wouldn't want you canoodling on a stranger's couch.) and I was pushed into ten minutes of awkward exchanges of words that I could have spent on this blog post. Don't get me wrong. You can canoodle on my couch with your significant other if you want to, but don't take my cookies and make me talk to you if you do because obviously that makes me angry in all the weirdest ways.
Also I can't sing too loudly in the shower. I have to whisper. (It's really not as effective.)
Also I have been stripped of the right I have to talk to my cat in the peace of my own room.
Also they bought me cake.
I don't thoroughly enjoy cake.
I had to eat it anyway and I only enjoyed it a little bit.