The Average Person Relocates Eleven Times

I feel like the only shred of sanity left me last night. Never mind, I never had it. I'm not running on much sleep. My roommate (who so happens to be my sister) has this little quirk where she stays up until midnight and sleep in until noon. I, however, try to go to sleep at about ten or something, and wake up reasonably early. But the thing is, I can't. My sister has some kind of.... talent, If you will. She can block out anything she wants too. She blocks out me when I tell her to go to sleep. And when I try to turn off the lights, she resurfaces and tells me to keep it on. I guess I can sleep through this, but I so happen to be the lightest sleeper you ever had the displeasure to meet.

Lets move on to last night. 

We came back from the farm, and I was feeling extra tired and had that notion everyone else was (maybe that's just because dad's been talking about going to sleep for the first time in three days). So after warning my roommate a few times that I'm about to attempt to go to sleep, I went in to bed and nearly instantly dozed off. Nearly.

We have a freak huge computer outside out door. It's sound carry's loud and beautifully clear. My sister had the funny idea to start talking to her friend through a video.

I could hear every word they uttered.

"wh-where are you?!"

"I'm upstairs!"

"upstairs?!"

"see the stairs?! i'm up them!"

I couldn't handle it. If you're going to talk loudly in the middle of the night, at least talk about something interesting.

After the fourteenth time of the guy asking if he was bothering anyone, and my roommate said no, I swear that I was packing my bags.

Give me a break.