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
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