Will you feel anything at all?

It's 11:40pm. Do you know where Fran's sanity is tonight? Out the fucking window would be the right answer. Can someone explain to me how it's bedtime for the people that I live with? Can you?! How is it that if I tried to go to bed at 11:40, I wouldn't be able to fall asleep without being asked "why?" and...I wouldn't be able to fall asleep at all because there would be so much banter between girls that it'd be impossible to fall asleep. How is it that they've decided that it's okay to go to bed so early. I wanted to watch a fucking movie tonight and now I can't because Allie is trying to sleep. I was going to have a Fran night and hang out with me, myself and I and appreciate my determinist life and sip green tea and chill with my heart socks and tank top (underwear optional). And be content by myself though I'm in the mood to chill but cannot because I'm friends with people are responsible to write a paper that's due the next day. I cannot wait to have my own room this weekend. Thank God for the Jews, man. And thank God for Jewish roommate and suitemate. Mernelis hasn't been here so I'm not too worried about seeing her while I prance around naked to Bob Marley. I shall have my own room for at least two days which shall be wonderful. And I can have my green tea movie nights and love myself for loving green tea and movies because that's what cool chicks do. And I'm cool so obviously I'm happy and I really want dip and chips right now.

I'd also like to know when I was nominated garbage lady for my room. Since the new semester started I am the only one that has taken the garbage out...ever. They see everything pile up and it's like, "Oh, someone else will get it." Yeah, and that someone else is me. I guess it has something to do with my economic status...I am most def the poorest out of all of them and I guess the rich always make the poor their slaves, so I'll just wipe down the counters, take out the trash, keep the common room clean and beat the rugs down by the creek all by myself. I doesn't want the massuhs' fancy nail paint and $100 jeans to get messed up.

So what am I to do tonight? I'm exhausting my fingers out by typing so much because there is nothing else to do. Ehhh, I could work on philosophy, but that shit is for queers. I can't watch TV because respectable roommates don't watch TV while the other is trying to sleep...just like they don't talk in normal voices while the other is trying to nap...or slam the door closed while the other is trying to sleep. I swear, they might as well jump up and down on my bed and bang pots with wooden spoons while I'm sleeping; it has the same effect. Maybe I'll whip out my favorite toy...Ruby Blue, and play a symphony on it's out-of-tune strings. Maybe I could walk around by myself and be cool, but Dave is not on duty thus the Hofstra campus is totally unsafe without him around in his little uniform and cap. hahaha. I guess I'll just sit in the dark and curse the unwireless wireless in this room. Or I'll try to sleep. But I don't want to because it's only 12 and I'm not tired and I want to stay up. I kind of want to be obnoxiously loud because that's what they do to me when I try to go to bed early. It's just not fair that they get the peace and quiet when they try to sleep because they are the loud ones...and once they're asleep, it's quiet.

Anything new going on with ya'll? Eh?

Oh, hormones.

Just like little girls and boys

Playing with their little toys

Seems like all they really were doing

Was waiting for love