Room Invasion of the Third Kind

Can I vent and be petty for a moment here before continuing the list tomorrow?? Okay: I vent.

Picture it: I get home from math class- where I also partook in a math test. That's not the worst part. I get home to see my mom who gently and kindly tells me that she has begun "fixing my room." I was surprised seeing as my room is a complete disaster area and usually, her entering the realm of India, would send her into a kanipchen fit. So, I relaxed, I rested on the couch, despite her asking me to please go up and "organize things" and that she had "put my clothes by the sliding glass door" because she "assumed they were dirty". After watching the latter half of Jennifer Lopez in "Enough" and taking a nap, I took two large trash bags with me to my room. Here's what it looked like:

Two large men with ski masks had ransacked my room and used sledge hammers to knock everything around in a maddened circle of thievery. In my head I was like Eddie Murphy in this clip:

It was NOT "fixing" my mother had done. My clothes, my clean clothes, were spilled out onto my dampened outside balcony in heaps. bras, underwear, shirts, socks, sweaters, jeans, WHITE LINENS, you name it! They were all cold and dampened in a sad newly soiled heap! I lost my shit, ladies and gentlemen. I lost.my.shit. I yelled like a fourteen year old down the stair at my mother trying to avoid curse words WHAT THE #$-WHO THE!!!?>??#$ WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU %$- WHO DOES THIS!!!!????? 
My mom tried defending herself, but I could hear it in her voice that she knew what she had done was low. Entering another woman's room and completely trashing it, despite any good intentions (I suspect there aren't any) doing this is a TERRIBLE idea. Personal journals and diaries were mixed in a drawer with loads of crap that I should have admittedly cleaned out years ago, BUT still! She had crammed three drawers worth of shit into one drawer. Good things, cherished vintage things, papers, notebooks, trash, colored pencils, CD's, sun glasses, toys, figurines. EVERYTHING in one heaping pile of shit. So, I angrily blasted my ipod to only semi-angry songs and slammed things around to make noise. I was fuming as I picked through the drawer trying to salvage poetry journals and diaries, collectibles, and scratched CD's/DVD's (including "The Notebook!!!!!!") NOOOOOOOOOO!!!
I then basically dumped the entire 60lb drawer into a giant trash bag, lugged it downstairs and heaved it into the garage with the rest of the shit to leave for my mom to sort through. What next? Well, my mom and sister left the house and I continued to flip out, stomping up and down the stairs, folding clothes, stuffing them away, making new piles of laundry, and screaming- just screaming in my head. HOW/WHY/NO!/NO!/NONONONONONONNOONONO!!!!!
I then proceeded to find a ball of frozen cookie dough in the freezer and eat it by slicing it with a giant butcher knife.
Don't.touch.a.girl's.room.

I'll be more thankful and cheery tomorrow.