Wednesday, August 31, 2011

why my roommate is the best in the world.

she wakes me up in time for class every morning.  by any means necessary.
including stealing my pillows and bribing me with chocolate. 
today she stole my blanket.  my blanket that was protecting me from the unbearable cold of our room.
but i wasn't giving up without a fight.  i held onto that blanket like my life depended on it.

of course, this ended up with me on the floor,
still with a death grip on my blanket, wide awake.
and some very amused roommates.

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