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I sounded a tad too much "The Bluest Eye" (Toni Morrison) up there. She had a lot of repetition in that achingly lyrical novel, and would glob it all together too which was a real kick in the pants. She is truly matchless, that Toni Morrison. I love her to death. 


Anyway, anyone have any swell, wildly hysterical roommate stories? Speak now or forever hold your peace. You know you do!


My roommate/good friend has never been more amusing to me as she is this current week. Her sleeping habits are the most bizarre, inane, wacky and comical incidents ever. Her sleepwalking is half-assed, she tends to just get up, mumble illogical phrases in a semi-vociferous voice, pad around the rug for two to three paces then leap back into bed like a fish flopping onto the shore.


At least she doesn't threaten me in my sleep anymore! That terrified me slash made me cackle like the Wicked Witch of the West at 3:00 in the morning. 


Oh, and for the past couple days she's napped at the most arbitrary times. She can conk out at the drop of a hat.


And this morning she was all like "You're up EARLY!" when it was like 7:40 and we both had class at 8 and she just abruptly slid out of a deep slumber. 


"Not really..." I muttered, not bothering to expand whatsoever. I was still half-asleep. I am a grouch before 10 A.M. 


Then she smashed her head back into her pillow, unsure of what to make of my vague, monotone response and then eyed the clock skeptically again. 


She shot out of bed like a cannon and with an, "OH!" tinged with worry and a tad bit of fear, she briskly power-walked to the bathroom, arms pumping, each end of her hand pointing up toward the ceiling like an erection gone wretchedly wrong. 


And my cousin/our good friend completely took the liberty of body slamming her earlier this evening in order to get her up. It was about 7:15 PM...odd time to take a nap but that's my roomie for you! And prior to that, our other good pal was shockingly respectful and decided to tiptoe about and not attempt to wake her, while all the while I was talking at a rather high decibel to see if my roomie would stir. She didn't. When she's out, she's out cold...until she begins to shout comments while flailing her arms and violently thrashing about like a caged tiger. Or of course, when she serenades me with endearing songs about pussycats. (would've been more my cup of tea if the "cats" portion was omitted. TEEHEEHEE!)


And lots of other things happened too but I can't recall at the moment. Too exhausted. I'll spill more later.