My parents are uprooting me once again. It's pretty logical that I move into the smaller room and leave the double to my brothers, that way whenever Andrew comes back Alex doesn't have to move in with my parents again. However, I'm still pissed. Just a second ago, my dad announced it, and told me to clean my shit in the living room and in my room -- and I have a LOT of shit -- and told me to move into the smaller room. Um, I had ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD this morning and you're telling me now, at 10 PM, when I'm sleepy and when everything's too dark to see? What if I lose my fucking homework, like I always do when you force me to clean? And the thing is, I wouldn't mind the room, if it weren't for the fact that both my brothers did shit to it. It's full of spiders and moths and dust. And I really think there's no need to do it so soon, since after his spring break, Andrew's probably only going to come back twice before I move out anyway.

I somehow made some comparison in my mind to the Germans moving the Jews into ghettos. You have a second to pack everything you can and move.