I used to be a strong believer of this idea called “sleep”.
But lately I have come to realize that there are always a million other things
to be doing, other than getting rest. I mean, when there are random boys
knocking on the door or your dorm at 1 am, who is gonna be awake to answer it? What
is better than baking cookies and going on pinterest in these late hours? Part of me does feel bad however, because I
come in to bed around 3am every night. My sweet roommate is always patient with
me and I have learned that I have a great talent of tiptoeing around, running
into dark objects, and accenting the loudness of the squeaking door...who knew
I had all these random talents?
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