It's a new day

So, Dorm Hell is no more. I'd call it Dorm Heaven instead.

My new roommate, we'll call her 'Angel,' from this point on, is amazing.

Today, I got home around 2:30, and from about 3:00 pm on, we had a Grey's Anatomy marathon. And then we got dinner from the DC, and watched her favorite show, Freaks and Geeks. And now, we're sitting here watching the newest episode of Grey's.

This is my dream of college coming true, me actually getting along with my roommate. She is really nice, and while she's not here too often, we get along perfectly.

I still miss home a lot though. I miss an environment where someone takes care of me when I'm sick. And gives me hugs. And, I miss Claire.

Oh well, 15 days until I go home!

Barbie doesn't really understand this isn't her world

The hamster cage to myself, and it's 9pm. After saying goodnight to my friends and Dad, I decided to take advantage of Barbie not being present, and get to sleep.

An hour into my sleep, I was awakened by the sounds of the door slamming, the lights being turned on, and the tv blaring. I'm sorry, does my sleeping body on the other side of the room mean nothing to you? I wake up quite grumpily, but agree to stay up with her for an hour.

Midnight rolls around, and my stoned roommate has passed out in her bed. The time I always wait for. I turn off the lights, and go to sleep. Minutes into my yet to be peaceful sleep, her phone starts going off. And not quietly. Instead I hear John Lennon's "Imagine" blaring, which she is ignoring. It goes off 4 times, so I finally tell her to answer her phone. She wakes up, answers it, and precedes to talk to her boyfriend. While I'm trying to sleep. 

But fine, the phone call is over, I can sleep. Nope. At 1 am, some of her junkie friends are at the door wishing to talk to her. I answer it, and they obviously don't understand why I'm upset they're there. They leave after standing in the door way for 10 minutes with Barbie, laughing and talking. While I'm trying to sleep.

It took everything for me not to explode on her, so instead, I grabbed my stuff and went to a friends to crash. I did for a while, woke up and decided to go home around 4. As I open my door, it won't move any further. Why? Barbie fucking chained the door. Awesome.

Today, I await for Barbie to arrive back to her castle, or rather, our hamster cage so we can set up some ground rules. Like courtesy for instance. Isn't that a concept?

*hamster cage: a reference to the size of my dorm room

*barbie: roommate, the nickname I've given her

Alarm Clock

Most people either wake up on their own, or in college, have an alarm clock set to wake them up on time. 

Not me.

Instead, I have my customized alarm that ensures I wake up way before I actually need to. Features include turning on and off the lights, opening and closing drawers loudly, and slamming the door. Unfortunately for all of you, it's one of a kind, but I wouldn't call it irreplaceable. The product featured? My roommate.

Now, during the week, I perfectly understand that people have difference schedules, meaning different wake up times. I thought it would be nice to use my cell phone as an alarm, so the music from my ipod alarm clock wouldn't wake her. Success. Every morning I wake up every morning before her to go to one of my 8:10 am class, and she doesn't have a clue until she wakes up. 

Maybe I'm just being a bit old fashioned, but, I expect the same courtesy. Especially during the golden days, aka the weekend. The one time a college student can truly sleep until their heart desires. Not in my case.

Instead, the past few weekends have included waking up to a louder than necessary alarm, as well as banging from whatever she is doing in the room. I don't expect complete quietness, it's a dorm. But starting at 8:00 am, it is something I would appreciate. Especially if it didn't continue for two hours. Fun.