Huge, massive amounts of hate.

[whogeek]

Seriously.  This shit has got to stop.  My roommate and I are not getting along.  Ok, so she likes to stay up late doing stuff, but if I stay up late doing stuff, she gets annoyed, because she's a light sleeper.  She has like, no morning classes, and I do, and my bedshaker wakes her up even though the actual alarm volume is off.  And she gets annoyed because on the two days when I don't have morning classes (Tuesday and Thursday) I still get up fairly early, but I don't leave the room for a couple hours, and my doing stuff on the computer wakes her up.  My typing wakes her up!  Not good.  Because I sleep like a damn dead thing.  And she's a super-light sleeper.  **mutters dire threats**  And I'm sick.  Which makes things even harder.  Because I've come to the realization that when I'm sick I turn into a cat.  I just want to curl up, be petted, and nap.  And she's sick too, but still damnably freaking peppy!  It's weirding me out.  /bitchyness

A more coherent/less angsty post will soon follow.  In which I will talk about last weekend.

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[jetpack-angel.livejournal.com]

Dark, yes. Silence, no. I need white noise to mask everything else, because any time I hear something or think I hear something, I wake up. But thankfully my bedroom has no windows, so if I close the door it gets dark as a tomb in there. I just have to remember go to bed early enough that I'll be in deep-sleep when my next-door neighbors are mowing the yard, because my little freestanding garage-turned-apartment is right on the property line and whenever they trim the sides of my building, there's only about a red brick wall, some 70's-era wood paneling, some insulation, and about a foot, maybe two feet of distance between the mower blades and my head.

This is one of those things that makes me so glad I live alone.

[whogeek.livejournal.com]

I don't need dark or silence. Hell, up until last year I slept with a glitter lamp on in my room. It would scatter purple underwater light patterns all over my bedroom. Very soothing for me.

I wouldn't mind having my own room, and I don't really want to live alone, but when the other person just complains, and doesn't doesn't try to find a solution for themselves it really irks me. I miss my roomie from last semester, because we got along like awesome. And she didn't care about me being up late/"early" and on the computer. And we had our beds bunked, and my bedshaker didn't wake her up!