Cranky Pants

I cannot begin to express how much i need and love my sleep.

I love naps, i love sleep and i love dreams. It's an oasis for me. My dreams are these vivid escapes that i look forward too after a hard day. But most importantly i get most of my creative ideas lying in bed dozing off to the sound CNN playing in the background.

Friends and Family know that for me to be in a chirpy happy mood i need my rest. I need to escape inside my head and the safety of the covers just for a while to get all refreshed. Marie and Mike have let me rest my head on their shoulders during my yawning fits. And even last weekend my grandma left me curled up in a corner with a blanket and a pillow despite it being 4pm.

Trust me i don't sleep all the time, but when i do want to sleep i like being able to escape to the silence of my room and get some shut eye. These last two days have been very frustrating because of my still very loud but nice roommates and now the asshole who is pulling the fire alarm (he struck again this afternoon) i am on the brink of losing my mind...and it's only day 2.

I probably got 3 hours of sleep last night and i don't even want to think about tonight. When i don't get my sleep i just am cranky and not into putting up a fight. I called my mom this afternoon on the brink of a breakdown because i have to get the hell out of this dorm.

Sidestory: Last night my roommate(the very loud one) made dinner for us. I thought it was a nice gesture even though i had eaten earlier in the day and was not hungry. Despite not being hungry she still wanted me to come into the living room just for the social interaction i guess. To my surprise not only was she feeding the three other roommates but about 7 other people. She made dinner at 9, she and her friends didn't leave until 11:00, i went to sleep around midnight only to be waken up by the first fire alarm. After i came into my room( 3am) she decided to blast her music, so i had to go in the hall and make the "hell it's 3 in the morning could you turn it down a little" face. 45 minutes later the 2nd fire alarm goes off. Me and the another roommate(the kind of quiet one) are waiting outside as the fire men are yelling "catch the asshole who is pulling the alarm and we will let you in". 30 minutes later we are allowed in the building, by then it is 5am. i am tired, pissed, and my ears are ringing from the fire alarm. After running around today trying to get new housing (i have to wait until something opens up), i managed to get to sleep at around 11:00 only to have the 3rd final alarm go off.

So hence my breakdown to my mother. Hopefully when classes begin all the excitement will die down, If not i am basically playing the waiting game with housing. Luckily i get first priority if something opens up in the dorm i hope to get into (the hippie dorm), if not i think the hotel up the street takes DEBIT.

I am still going with the "go with the flow" mantra but not when it affects the one thing i need most.

Fingers Crossed. I hope this hippie dorm takes me back. I miss those eco-friendly activist.