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Name: Angie
Birthday: 11/22/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: Harry Potter; Lord of the Rings; Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (80s-90s); most fantasy and science-fiction books; the color green; poetry; knitting; and, of course, Band.
Expertise: Harry Potter. I figure me and Samantha together know just about everything there is to know about that. Clarinet. I'm not real good, but I'm not bad either so. Yeah. Knitting. I like to knit. Does that make me old?
Occupation: Student
Industry: Education/Research
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MSN: gryffgurl88@hotmail.com
Yahoo:  gryffgurl88
Member Since:
3/12/2004
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| You're getting sleeeepy...sleeeeepy...Since when is sleep optional? Since when is it expendable? Since when is it unnecessary?
I realize that "sleep" here is relative and I'm not talking about the fourteen-hour nap you'd like to put in on the weekends. I'm talking about your basic six to eight hours, sometimes maybe four to six hours, of sleep that you need to basically function. I didn't "have" to get up until 11 this morning, as my first class wasn't until 1, but I like to get up by 9:30 at the latest just to get stuff done, laundry or maybe do dishes or change my fish's tank water or whatever. Stuff that usually gets put-off during my "regular day hours." With this end in mind, I went to bed at 11. Or, I tried.
At around midnight, I'd finally fallen asleep (it takes me forever), and my roommate comes in from being goodness-knows-where but I suspect the fair that we had here yesterday. That's perfectly fine. She has every right to spend her leisure time however she likes.
So she comes in and leaves our dorm door open onto the brightly-lit hallway, which is fine for a second until she can turn her desk lamp on or something. No, she turns her computer on, which gives off pretty good light, and still doesn't close the dorm door. She then turns on the over-the-sink light, very bright, and still doesn't close the door. The light in the room is now akin to having the main overhead light on, and I'm pissed. The sink light provides more than enough light to see, but she won't shut the door. It doesn't help that with the door open, we now can hear all the cackling and hee-hawing of her friends who live on our floor and also returned late. She then proceeds to do everything she can as loud as she can, including standing in the middle of the room, staring at the television which isn't on, crunching chips.
Aside from this gross lack of consideration, I'm boggled by her methods. My late-start days are her early ones. While my first class isn't until 1, hers is at 8. It also takes her from 6 when she gets up to right up until 7:45 to get dressed and do her hair. I don't understand that either, but that's something different entirely. What boggles me is that she has the lights on for the better part of an hour, making it 1 in the morning when she finally turns the over-sink light off and shuts the door. She was still awake when I went to sleep at about 2.
This is a normal routine for her, maybe not annoying me to the extreme as she did last night, but the late hours and then early rising. What's more is that at least every other night I'm woken by her cell phone going off. Now text messages, I don't mind. That notification for her is vibrate and the only way I know is if I happen to still be awake when she receives one. However, it's not unusual for her to answer her phone at 2 in the morning and lie there chatting like it was 2 in the afternoon. Talking about absolutely nothing. Again, that's her business, but I wish she'd take it outside or save it for some other time.
Now, for me, my day begins when I get out of bed and ends when I climb in. If you tried to call me when I was sleeping, someone had better be dead or dying. I sympathized with (and laughed at) Bill Engval when he said "No ma'am. "Nice" stops at midnight!" because I agree. I turn my phone off, now, to ensure that it doesn't happen. All of my friends know not to contact me at un-Godly hours, and while this only makes me "dependable" around eighteen hours of the day, usually no one needs to get hold of me that badly anyway.
I suppose what I don't understand is how someone can have one of their most important functions interrupted for mindless chatter and still be pleasant. Usually her response is "Nothing, I was just sleeping." "Just" sleeping? I didn't know sleeping was so inconsequential to be able to be qualified like that, "just." Someone explain this to me, please. | | |
| I don't remember writing thisI said I'd be there,
But you said, too, you'd never leave.
Does that justify my absence?
If you aren't there to feel it, maybe.
You haven't called on me in so long that
I
Don't feel my use. Do you need me?
If so, you'd best tell me.
And quick. For I've no intention of staying
Stuck where I have nothing.
Am nothing.
I am something.
To someone, though maybe he isn't you. I'll be quicksand, then, my dear
If you've no call.
And S
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g down so quietly you won't hear me. Cry. | | |
| Looking ForwardI'm looking foward to the day
when I can look at you and not feel sick. I'm looking forward to the day
when just catching that smugness in your eye won't be enough to send me running. I'm looking foward to the day
when I won't be totally rid of you, but rid enough of you to move on. I'm looking foward to the night
when you look me in the eye and know I'm stronger. I'm looking forward to the night
when I don't break down as soon as the door closes. I'm looking forward to the night
when I won't depend on someone who's not there. Yes, I'm looking forward to these moments. But right now, I'm just looking down. | | |
| See, I haven't abandoned xanga entirely. | | |
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