sleep deprived

I have not been sleeping well since I moved back to Winona. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's because I'm still adjusting to the new digs. Maybe I'm still a little paranoid that some blood-sucking flying rat is going to make its way into my room again. I don't know. But last night I planned on at least trying to get a full night's sleep so I'd be awake and alert for the freshman orientation panel I'm helping out with today. Unfortunately, that's not how things worked out.

My room mate and five of her obnoxious friends burst into our apartment at 2 AM. I tried my best to tune them out but it was impossible. They didn't bother keeping their voices down either because my room mate "had no idea if I was there." When am I NOT home at 2 AM on a Wednesday? I mean, there have been exceptions, but for the most part I am home and asleep (or at least, tossing and turning fitfully in my bed) by then. Finally, one of her especially intoxicated friends came into my room to see if I was sleeping. When she saw that I wasn't, she kept bugging me to come out to the living room to chill with them. These are some of the last people I'd want to hang out with, but I figured I wasn't sleeping anyway, so I shuffled out in my moose (or as the especially drunk friend kept yelling "CariBOU!!!!!!") pajamas and bedhead and joined them.

It was a HUGE headache sitting out there listening to them. At least in my room I was able to put a pillow over my head to block out my head (or smother myself). The group was comprised of the kind of guy who gives frat boys a bad name, two loud, melodramatic girls arguing about some lesbian love triangle, and a girl who kept trying to make herself sound cool and kept repeating that she'd been arrested four times and going on about how much she loved jail. One guy was actually okay, because he was somewhat sober and was planning on doing an internship in Sevilla, so we had a decent amount to talk about that DIDN'T revolve around Greek life or trivial college not-quite-relationships.

I finally ended up falling asleep at five and waking up at eight thirty when my alarm went off. I hit the snooze button until about ten, got dressed, grabbed my stuff, and made my way over to campus. Now I'm sitting in the Smaug, enjoying a muffin and iced mocha, trying to wake up before I have to deal with sixty rowdy freshman for three hours. Hopefully once classes start these impromptu parties won't be as frequent, but I'm not holding my breath.