My roomie needs some bloody common sense.
So because it's spring, and because my whole biological clock not only changes for daylight savings, but overcompensates so that my sleeping schedule mimics that of a more normal person's, I've been going to sleep closer to 2am and such. Meanwhile, for whatever reason, my roomie has been deciding to procrastinate on schoolwork all day long so she can spend all night and into 5 or 6am working on it.
So last night she decides to pull an all-nighter, which is always a little annoying because I get woken up everytime I turn my face in her direction where it's bright as day, not to mention the typing, but I'm tired enough that I fall back asleep pretty quickly, and it's not so bad.
Until she starts singing.
I don't know why on gods' green earth she decided that would be a good idea, but she does, and I turn and glare at her, and she catches me and goes, "oh shit" (I've corrupted her to cursing now) and stops.
For a while.
Before turning on her gospel music.
And I turn and glare again and she doesn't notice, but packs and turns off her music before going to class.
So I sleep for about 3 hours, completely undisturbed.
And then she comes back. And of course the first thing she does upon opening the door and seeing me asleep is to sing, "She's still asleep," several times over before putting in her gospel music again.
I swear, if she wants to start this psychological warfare, she's going to regret it pretty soon.
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On another note, my major papers are due this week, and finals are in two weeks, and I get out the 19th.
And then it's hanging out and looking for summer work.
Shmah.
So last night she decides to pull an all-nighter, which is always a little annoying because I get woken up everytime I turn my face in her direction where it's bright as day, not to mention the typing, but I'm tired enough that I fall back asleep pretty quickly, and it's not so bad.
Until she starts singing.
I don't know why on gods' green earth she decided that would be a good idea, but she does, and I turn and glare at her, and she catches me and goes, "oh shit" (I've corrupted her to cursing now) and stops.
For a while.
Before turning on her gospel music.
And I turn and glare again and she doesn't notice, but packs and turns off her music before going to class.
So I sleep for about 3 hours, completely undisturbed.
And then she comes back. And of course the first thing she does upon opening the door and seeing me asleep is to sing, "She's still asleep," several times over before putting in her gospel music again.
I swear, if she wants to start this psychological warfare, she's going to regret it pretty soon.
--
On another note, my major papers are due this week, and finals are in two weeks, and I get out the 19th.
And then it's hanging out and looking for summer work.
Shmah.