Sleeping In

Sleeping in. I loooove it. A LOT. Sometimes I even try to stay up extra late the night before on a weekend just so that I will be too tired to accidentally wake up at a my normal time. It's a beautiful thing. What's even better is when you wake up at 7am still tired and groggy and realize you can go back to sleep. Does life get any better? Hence, I have a theory that beds and pillows are magically ten times more comfy in the early morning than they are the night before. However, it's always awkward when you stumble out of bed at 12pm, fumble to the kitchen to grab a bowl of cereal, and then see all of your roommates perky and bright-eyed eating sandwhiches for lunch in the kitchen. So then you guiltitly try to blend in by grabbing your own PB and J (even though you're dying for your usual bowl of cereal) as if to mask the fact that you have been out cold for the first half of the day. But then you realize how truly messed up things are when you proceed from the kitchen to the bathroom to hop in the shower. WHAM. cold water. That's what you get for being the last one up. Not only have five other people splashed around in a glorious hot and steamy goodness before you, but your perky, sandwhich eating roommies have also decided to demonstrate their early morning productiveness by switching on the dishwasher. At least by this point, the icy water has you so refreshed that it's almost as if you'd actually been awake for hours...until someone flushes the toilet. I guess that's a perk...if you want to be optimistic that is. Realistically, it actually bites and couldn't get much worse. Or so you think. After wrapping up snuggly in your towel ('cause your shivering uncontrollably since the hot water left as quick as it came) you scurry out of the bathroom to your room to change....but not before you glance down the hallway and meet eyes with your roommies cute guy firend who not only is now looking at you in a towel but is also looking at you with confusion since it's 1pm ish and you're just getting ready for the day.

So you don't have to deal with anymore inter-apartment awkward sleeping in complications, you jet outside to get on with your day. You always run into someone you know though. It's inevitable. You say "hi" and ask "what's up?" Yet, instead of returning the typical American question that's supposed to be meant as more of a friendly salutation instead of a real, sincere question, they start telling you all about the trivial stuff they did that morning. Then they ask the dreaded question, "So how was your morning?" Uggg...now comes the personal moral delimma. You have three options:
1. Lie through your pearly white teeth: You don't want to sound as pathetic as you really are so you say. Oh, it was good, I ...insert something generic here, like "studied" or "ran errands" or "hung with roommates" or "did stuff around the apartment"...actually you are probably going to go with the doing stuff around the apartment option since it's almost kind of sorta honest since you were doing stuff around your apartment also reffered to as sleeping.
2. Be truthful. Admit you just woke up....but you'll probably also add some lame excuse justifying why you slept in.
3. Be vague. "Oh nothing much" is always a good out. Infact, being vague is a great out for quite an array of situations. Q: "Are you busy this weekend?" A: "Not sure yet. I have some things possibly planned but I need to check with some people sometime soonish." Q: "How'd you do on the last exam?" A: "Oh, not horrible...but not fantastic either. It could have been worse, I think it was okay though." Q: "How serious is your relationship? Do you think you'll be engaged soon?" A: "Oh, he's cool, I'm cool. We like eachhother. How do you judge seriousness anyway? (Notice the answering a question with a question technique) Now you're on your way to being one very successful politician. Congratulations.

Luckily, after your rough and rocky start, the day typically gets better and virtually normal....until night hits. All too quickly you realize it's your bedtime and you're wide awake. So what do you do? You blog about the beatifual idea of sleeping in until you become sleepy yourself....but then realize how stupid of a choice that truly was when you see your roommate's Microbiology book lying right next to you....the same book that knocked you out faster than a double does of Niquil freshman year when you took the same class. Such is life :)