Shh?

My roommate in college is going to hate me.

No kidding. It’s almost 1 am, and I’m sitting at my computer looking over notes for Lit., watching Drawn Together, singing Motion City Soundtrack and Death Cab for Cutie at the top of my lungs with all the lights on.

I take naps as soon as I get out of class at 1. I leave little messes wherever I go. My desk is always organized but very cluttered. I have a lot of shoes. My bathroom is very close to my heart (it’s going to be sooo weird to share with, like 30 other girls.) My room is never clean. Ever. I arrange things in odd ways. I hide things from myself. I hate putting away laundry..I never fold it, I just kinda let it sit.

I can’t stand quiet. I do homework and study with the t.v. on and always listen to music.

A little part of me thinks I need to change my weird ways. But the other little part of me thinks that the change will happen, so I should enjoy my odd ways until I absolutely have to change.

And this is what happens when I’m left alone during the wee hours of the morning. I end up staying awake until 2:30, listening to HIM and RENT Soundtrack. Flipping channels, attempting to talk myself into getting stuff off infomercials. I begin to think about stuff that is just plain bizarre. My imagination goes insane (and I wonder why I have such strange dreams).

Seriously. My roommate is going to smother me in my sleep one night…I’ll drive her bonkers.