Ranting and Pillows

I am back at school and I have an inordinate amount of work to do...so naturally I decide to blog instead.

I spent most of the day in the cramped backseat of my friend's car driving back to school. Now that I am back, I find that nothing has changed. My roommate and her best friend still take naps at the most inconenient times thereby forcing me to work silently in the dark or vacate the room.

[tangent rant: You have been on spring break for a week. How can you possibly be so tired that you need to sleep from 6 - 9 pm? Of course your name falls exactly during the time I wanted to watch Harry Potter Weekend on ABC Family and do my homework. And I don't know if you realize how annoying it is to have to be silent when doing your homework, worried about waking people up. It's extremely annoying to feel guilty about every little noise. I know I could go out to the lounge or the library but I don't work well in either of those places and this is my room, too, I should be able to do my work in here without feeling guilty. The lounge is drafty and the library is a ten minute walk down the hill to main campus. Every time I have work to do and want to just chill out in my room my roommate just has to take a neverending nap. And then she's up to all hours of the night, coming in and out of the room, while I am trying to sleep during normal sleeping time (NIGHT not evening, night) because I have class at 8 AM. Also, I only signed up for one roommate. Why is it that I constantly have to deal with two annoying girls in my room? And actually at the moment my actual roommate has left and yet her friend, who does not live here, feels perfectly within her rights to continue napping in my room. Go to your own room! Then, I could go on with my life and stop trying to be respectfully quiet. I HATE LIVING IN A DORM.]

I have no idea what I was going to blog about but now I'm just worked up about how much I hate college at the moment. Actually, I think I planned on blogging about the health care reform bill. I was going to balance my inane Justin Bieber post with a serious discussion of politics (which I have been following avidly the past few weeks...well, I always read the paper every day but recently I've been eating up everything I can find on the subject). Doesn't look like that's going to happen. Maybe I'll come back tomorrow to rectify this situation.


3 Good Things
1. My dogs. All week I just loved going out on the back porch and sitting with Birdie and Goose. They may smell but to me they are the best dogs in the world. I love nothing more than just letting them walk all over me, begging to be petted and licking my face. Now that I'm back at college and stuck in this dorm room I'd like nothing more than to be able to just walk out back to spend some time with th two rascals.
2. Julia, Anders, and Sam - my three closest friends at college. They make up for my horrible roommate. It was nice to see them and fall back into our routine. I had genuinely missed them over break (even though I didn't miss college in general).
3. My pillow*. It's sitting next to me on the best right now and I can honestly say it is my favorite pillow in the world. Right now it is even in my favorite pillow case, a cowboy one from my childhood. I hug it when I fall asleep and pretend I'm seven, back at home and spending the night in my brothers' shared bedroom for a sleepover. Danny on the top bunk, Johnny on the bottom bunk, and I'm on the pullout.

It is dumbfounding how even the week after midterms I am still buried under work. I have so much to do but first I must go for a cig break with the lovely, pink Maria.

*Honorable mention must go to my oldest, comfort pillow. It is more like a blankie or Teddy Bear sort of item to me because it was definitely my "comfort item" growing up. It started out overstuffed and lilac-purple. Now it is flat and gray because I have hugged it so much. I brought it to college with me and it's chilling (in a pillowcase to hide the offputting state) underneath my cowboy pillow.

P. S. And my roommate snores. Thank you, universe, for making my living situation so completely torturous.