Maybe it's a me problem, but if someone who is just ok friends with you (we talk at school but don't call each other on the phone or go out together or anything) comes over to your house and starts prying around, looking in all the drawers and cabinets and whatnot... wouldn't you get ticked off? Or at least feel uneasy? And this chick, she was going on about it like it was her JOB. It just wasn't right. I'd be okay with it except for that fact that she would randomly run off into other rooms and open closed doors and stuff without asking.

Sure. We're friends. I don't care as much when other people pry around. But then again, other people don't start laughing when they turn on my hairdryer, either. I have no clue about that one, I guess my blowdryer blows funny or something.

I kinda get this odd feeling that she turned on the hairdryer to cover up the sound of her opening my dresser drawers (which I have three of) because she turned it on three seperate times and laughed twice (cuz two drawers contain undies and more undies, har.)

Jebus. Maybe I'm just thinking too much, but I seriously can't be myself around her. I get all self-concious, cuz it's like everything I do, it goes down in her book permanently. She's all "I am THE queen, bitches, bow down or else I'll make you". And I hate this feeling of being trodded under her feet but... you know my personality.

BLagh. Not the time to be worrying about this kind of thing.

Hm.

I'm just glad that there was a point in time when you did like me.

And actually admitted you liked me.

The complete opposite of the you now.