My weekend is shot.

I talked to Mayhem last night. I talked to Paladin last night. The plan was originally: We were going to the movies after school and Mom would go to the cocktail party w/ the "Big Boys" who are the San Jose Convention Brearu or somesuch thing of that nature. I got home around 1300 and expected Mayhem to be here by then. Paladin was here when I got home, and the 3 of us made a few phone calls to her place to see if she was there & what was keeping her. I decided to cancel the movie run to see National Treasure because I had promised Mayhem that I would take her to go see it. We (my sister, Paladin & myself) sat around & watched Looney Toons. Mayhem shows up several hours later than I had planned and gives me some shit about how she's doing in school and Dickens' Faire and all this shit that caused her to be later than anticipated. I emotionally snapped to the point of it not being visible and came upstairs to my room where I sit before you to write this LJ post. My life is shot into itty bitty peices...and I don't know how the fuck to fix it.