You Have GOT To Be Kidding Me

I walk downstairs to get my damn chem book so I can do my damn chem homework and my mom starts lecturing me about how I don't manage my time well, and how -someone-, who happened to be in the newspaper, "manages her time way better than I do." Screw that, I just walked away. This is getting on my nerves. Stop freaking comparing me to everyone. Sheesh.