Let's get one thing straight. It's 5am. I haven't slept a wink tonight, and I probably won't. Here is your reason why:

My university is the stupidest one in America. It must be. By some strange twist of fate, between them tearing down the freshman dorm hall to make more parking spots for more students coming in (WTF? Seriously?)to sticking a freshmen in an upperclassmen dorm even though there was open spots in the new freshman dorm, I ended up with a freshman as a roommate. I hate freshman.

And while that may seem stereotypical of me to say that, I don't give a damn. I was once a freshman, and looking back, I was painfully stupid. So painfully stupid, that when I see this stupid girl making my same stupid mistakes, I want to hit her in her stupid face. They say you learn best when you experience it though. Let's hope that load of crap proves to be true.

I went to bed at 1:30ish. I'll only get 6 hours of sleep, but I'm okay with that. I had a nice day off, a good night's sleep before, and I should be thankful. 

Well. This stupid freshman gets a text at 2am. Whatever. 

Turns out her phone beeps annoyingly every 5 minutes until she reads that text. 

Turns out she's one hell of a heavy sleeper. 

Turns out I'm one hell of a light sleeper. 

Well, around 2:30 she rolls over, rustles around. Good. She got that text. Sleepy time. 

*BEEP*

I turn on my Ipod. Loud. 1/2 an hour later my album ends. Sleepy time? 

*BEEP*

Without thinking I grab my PSP, and my blanket, and my keys. I go to lounge, play some Star Ocean. I find myself starting to pass out. Good. I go back to my room, wait a little bit. Nothing. Aaahh. Sleepy time. 

*BEEP* 

There are 3 people I will harm directly and several hundred more I will harm indirectly. 

1. My roommate. Stupid freshman. Why the hell is she in an upperclassmen dorm? And why in my room, of all places?!

2. Whoever sent her the text. I don't care who it is. Her brother, mother, boyfriend, professor, prime minister of England, or Jesus Christ himself, if I find out who it was, I am going to tear off every appendage they can text with. 

3. The dumbass who, when designing a cellphone, decided that "OMG!! When they get a text, their phone should beep every five minutes until they look at the text!" 

Everytime I hear that beep, hate in me grows. It grows so much I'm tempted to light something on fire to set off the fire alarm just so she will wake the hell up and check her texts. 

Either that, or flush the phone down the toilet. That phone was deprived of so much sweet sleep this semester. I hate it. 

I plan on talking to my RA today, perhaps to get a restraining order or whatever they call those stupid things that they use whenever roommates get hostile. I think now, though, I'm going to study for my Ethics test, which is TODAY. 

What a great night for my stupid roommate to get a text.