Not enough sleep
Alright, so I was up pretty late last night because I found some groovy new sites. The first one was Nietzsche: The Antichrist. I have read stuff about Nietzsche but had never read this. Good good stuff.
The Antichrist: http://www.fns.org.uk/ac.htm or the translated version: http://www.geocities.com/thenietzschechannel/anti.htm
After doing all of my fun research on the antichrist, I finally went to bed around 6am. At 10am Sarah's phone started ringing. The song "California" by Phantom Planet is her ring tone. I like the song and everything but when "CALIFORNIIIAAAA!!!" is piercing your brain when all you want to be is dead to the world, it can make a song go bad. I used to have "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" by Green Day as my ring tone but now my phone stays on vibrate because I am sick of having the sound of one of my favorite songs be associated w/annoying phone calls and having it usually scare the shit out of me when I am nice and relaxed. I am sick of any kind of ring.
So anyways, Sarah's phone goes off and it is her mom, and I hear Sarah saying, "What? I can't hear you. I'm sleeping. I love you too, bye." the phone slaps together "uuuggghhh you don't have to call me everyday." I jokingly mock her mom, "Sarah! I just wanted to tell you that I had a biscuit. It was good. Well, thats all."
Now I know that there is no going back to bed but I desperately want to. Sarah wants to cuddle and I am not much into cuddling when I am trying very hard to sleep but I have to put my arm around her because she is being so damn cute. "Ok, sleep....sleep....sleep" my mind says. My body begins to itch from head to toe. "Just ignore it, calm your thoughts, relax."
All of the sudden Sarah gets up and goes to the window because of a voice heard outside. I laugh at her and tell her she is nosy. "I thought I heard someone say my name." "Whatever." Then I hear a voice say, "No she is home, thats her car right there." OH SHIT!
I quickly jump out of bed with Sarah quietly yelling "get the fuck in the bathroom". Now, her family knows that I am living with her at the moment but I was in only my red undies and it would be clear to anyone that I had not been sleeping on the sofa the night before and the apartment was a mess. I grab my two empty beer cans that were setting out (because beer is the devil) and look for any un-christian wrappers that may be laying on the floor.
Once in the bathroom I decide that it would be stupid just to sit in there if someone were to come in because they would know I was in there, so I hop in the shower. After I have done all I needed to do in there and not heard any voices through the wall I get out and hear Sarah on the phone w/her mom. It wasn't her parents that were outside and no one ever came to the door but Sarah swears it was her brother. If it was, and I don't doubt that it was, why would he not call on the phone first, or call to find out which apartment she is in, even though he surely knows.
So anyways, now I am reluctantly awake and looking forward to a nice nap later on in the day.