Three more months...

Whew! I finally managed to snag a few minutes on the computer. My sister Jenny kicked me off so she could look at her own blog site. She thinks reading some email from a guy going to Dartmouth has priority over me. I wouldn't be complaining if it weren't for the fact that SHE HAS HER OWN COMPUTER, SO WHY CAN'T SHE USE IT?!?!?!?!?!?! She claims it takes too long to start up. Well enny, if you turn it on, then you won't have to wait for it every time you want to go on, just leave it on all the time!!!!! *argh* "Emily, I'm just going to be on for a minute, don't you want to see how hot this guy is?" No!!! I don't care!!! Get on your own computer!!! I have to share this one with Mom and Dad anyway, I'm not sharing with you when you can just go on your own computer!!! And Jenny's "I'm just going on for a minute" turns out to be going on her blog for a minute, read her email for a minute, looking at pictures of her friends for just one more minute, reading her friends' blogs for a minute, and then going back to stare at some random guy-she's-just-met's picture for a few minutes. I go take a shower for twenty minutes, and she's still on the computer, even when she said one more minute before I went in the shower. At least she has a valid excuse this time: she's making a power point thing for school and her computer doesn't have power point. She spends half of her "Emily, I'm doing homework! I have to do this!" time just looking at pictures of bunnies online instead of pasting them into her power point project. "Emily, is this bunny cute? Should I put it in? Are it's ears too weird? What do you think about this font? Do you like it better when the title's up here or in the middle?" Shuttup and just finish already!!!! She's worked on this for over an hour and she still only has two slides done. No animation or anything, just getting all the pictures and the font just right.

Thank God she's going to be on the other side of the U.S. in three months. I only hope I can survive until then.

If I had time, I'd go on about how Jenny would do this to me when we were little, but she's starting to get suspicious and wondering why it's taking me so long to get dressed. ttyl!