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It's almost 5:30am, and I'm still awake, due to the very respectful nature of my housemates and their friends.
Until about thirty minutes ago, there were slamming doors for two hours straight. Don't ask me why they were being slammed, I don't know. And they drank the rest of our (me/liz/alex) beer. And I really want to be asleep because over the course of this weekend I need to finish a 20-25 pg. research paper on the ways women in appalachia used music as forms of protest during labor strikes at bituminous coal mines in the 1930s. And as of right now I have four pages.
I'm a little pissed right now. Not gonna lie.
Plus the birds start singing at about 5:00am, and at this particular moment their little hoots and tweets are making me feel both enraged and nauseous.
Bitch bitch bitch. I'm going to sleep.
(on a much better note, tomorrow night we're going to see antibalas for about the zillionth time, and we'll be dancedancedancing until the wee hours...which is a much better reason to be up late)
Until about thirty minutes ago, there were slamming doors for two hours straight. Don't ask me why they were being slammed, I don't know. And they drank the rest of our (me/liz/alex) beer. And I really want to be asleep because over the course of this weekend I need to finish a 20-25 pg. research paper on the ways women in appalachia used music as forms of protest during labor strikes at bituminous coal mines in the 1930s. And as of right now I have four pages.
I'm a little pissed right now. Not gonna lie.
Plus the birds start singing at about 5:00am, and at this particular moment their little hoots and tweets are making me feel both enraged and nauseous.
Bitch bitch bitch. I'm going to sleep.
(on a much better note, tomorrow night we're going to see antibalas for about the zillionth time, and we'll be dancedancedancing until the wee hours...which is a much better reason to be up late)