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Last night went from "Wow. This has been one of the funnest nights of my life" to "What did I do in my past life do deserve this?"
First, it was the finale of Miss Guided. One of my favorite new shows. It was sweet and everything I expected it to be. Judy Greer rocks my socks.
Then I decide I feel like exercising, so I go to the gym. When I'm walking back all the building around me lost their lights. Turns out their was a power outage in most of the building in campus. Fun ensues. My friends on the floor below me I play cards, eat junk food, and have a dance off to Kate Nash's "Pumpkin Soup". Then my friends from another building decide to come "rescue us" and now we all decide zombies are going to attack and we need to prepare. An hour later the lights finally come back on. I go take a shower and when I'm changing I'm thankful that a group of people don't walk in like that happened last time. I sit down to enjoy the late showings of my favorite political satire TV shows when the night starts to go down hill.
My roommate bursts in with four other people. They are all drunk. I decide to just go over to my desk and try to get some studying done. I really don't mind that people drink, but I do hate that they feel the need to talk to me when I clearly am trying to ignore them. (Side note: I am so freaking tired of being asked what my major is.) After about twenty minutes of this I decide I'm way to tired and need to get up early for a class. Figuring that they would get the hint that when someone is going to sleep you should probably just get the fuck out. They don't. And I can't sleep with all the lights on, TV blaring, and drunk people yelling
Now it's 2am and it's only my roommate and her boyfriend are left. I assumed that they would say their goodbyes and let me sleep. If only. While I sat lying in my bed wishing zombies would actually come, they lay on the futon for two hours fooling around with each other. And I'm still not able to sleep because they turned the TV up even louder. I think I finally managed to get to sleep around 4:30.
I wake up at 7am for my class completely pissed off. There are their clothes scattered all over the room. My room reeks of alcohol. And since I am such a passive aggressive person, I will never mention to my roommate how much I despise her. There's only six more weeks left in the semester. Hopefully, I won't have to smother her with a pillow in her sleep.
First, it was the finale of Miss Guided. One of my favorite new shows. It was sweet and everything I expected it to be. Judy Greer rocks my socks.
Then I decide I feel like exercising, so I go to the gym. When I'm walking back all the building around me lost their lights. Turns out their was a power outage in most of the building in campus. Fun ensues. My friends on the floor below me I play cards, eat junk food, and have a dance off to Kate Nash's "Pumpkin Soup". Then my friends from another building decide to come "rescue us" and now we all decide zombies are going to attack and we need to prepare. An hour later the lights finally come back on. I go take a shower and when I'm changing I'm thankful that a group of people don't walk in like that happened last time. I sit down to enjoy the late showings of my favorite political satire TV shows when the night starts to go down hill.
My roommate bursts in with four other people. They are all drunk. I decide to just go over to my desk and try to get some studying done. I really don't mind that people drink, but I do hate that they feel the need to talk to me when I clearly am trying to ignore them. (Side note: I am so freaking tired of being asked what my major is.) After about twenty minutes of this I decide I'm way to tired and need to get up early for a class. Figuring that they would get the hint that when someone is going to sleep you should probably just get the fuck out. They don't. And I can't sleep with all the lights on, TV blaring, and drunk people yelling
Now it's 2am and it's only my roommate and her boyfriend are left. I assumed that they would say their goodbyes and let me sleep. If only. While I sat lying in my bed wishing zombies would actually come, they lay on the futon for two hours fooling around with each other. And I'm still not able to sleep because they turned the TV up even louder. I think I finally managed to get to sleep around 4:30.
I wake up at 7am for my class completely pissed off. There are their clothes scattered all over the room. My room reeks of alcohol. And since I am such a passive aggressive person, I will never mention to my roommate how much I despise her. There's only six more weeks left in the semester. Hopefully, I won't have to smother her with a pillow in her sleep.