Rootbeer and Protein Bars

Finally sound asleep, I hear a door open.. Was it my door? Wait, it shut. ...Why is the front room light on? What time is it? WHY is there a guy's voice!!?? Absolutely confused I lay in bed... my mind is racing. I think that's why it was so hard to fall asleep just two hours before. I finally put two and two together. I walked into the apartment to find a strange face...and strange hands...all over my roommate! He introduced himself as Jordan. "Jor Jor" I assumed. I remember at about 1:00am I could still hear them talking with no end in sight...that is, until I covered my ears with my pillow. Oh! My roommate had a guy sleepover! (insert gasp here.) A smirk finds a spot on my face. A rather large spot, might I add. My roommate who was (until this night) still a VL!! Oooh hoo hoo I'll bet she got some! And then some!! HAHA!! Atta girl!
3:45am: Still just laying there, mind racing almost as fast as the time...I can hear birds outside my window. Spring, welcome, stay as long as you'd like. I go over my list of To-Do's for the day and make a mental checklist. First things first. I've got to get out of these blankets I am BURNING UP!! Some water would be nice, why is all I have a bottle of rootbeer next to my bed? Then, I should probably get rid of this monster breath. Oh, I have to go to the bathroom...don't feel like it though. Get ready for the gym? I'm already wearing shorts so what else could I do? So of course I call Gary. No answer. Dang. Try again. It's 4:15am WHERE DID THE TIME GO!?!? Wow. A half hour passed and I still have 45 minutes till I need to get up. My roommate walks in. Knowing that I'm awake, I'm sure she's embarrassed. I mean, she's the one that's like, "Follow the rules! Oh my gosh this person is doing WHAT? I must judge them. Kissing is so immoral... And I'm so perfect." She doesn't say ALL of that, not out loud, of course. She lays her head on her as-tall-as-me bed and just stands there. I wonder what was on her mind... ;) hahaha sinner, sinner chicken dinner.
I downloaded an app on my new iPhone. Which, by the way, is nothing special (I would like to add in case my boyfriend reads this--who is totally against iPhones). And the app was super lame anyway.
Delete.
But hey, trying to figure it out helped me pass a half hour. I guess I should get up now. I roll out of bed then with a burst of energy I quickly find the bathroom where I can brush my teeth. What happened to my toothbrush? Oh, we used it for cleaning checks...which we totally passed!! I thought I got a new one though? Ohh... My brain can't handle this deep of thinking this early in the morning... 10am is considered early for me, after all.
4:55am: Does time in the morning usually go by faster than the rest of the day? Probably. I called Gary again. Still no answer... We went to bed on uneasy terms but when I asked about the gym he said it's still on...so I assumed we would still be going? Maybe not? I cracked open the window and climbed back in bed. My stomach was absolutely YELLING at me! I look on my dresser, I see rootbeer, protein shakes and protein bars. Maybe just another sip of rootbeer. I climed into bed and decided to occupy my mind, so I called Gary again. And again. And again...and again. By this time I'm figuring he turned the volume down on his phone. Shoot. I'm fine not going to the gym but what if he can't wake up for work!?! Now I'm all worried about him, dang it. Times like these I wish I had a car...
It's now 6:10am. I am feeling sick to my stomach and I can't decide if it's because of all the rootbeer I drank, the improper use of a protein bar...or due to lack of sleep. Maybe it's my nerves? Today I'm suppose to find out if I got my dream job or not! Again, too much for this sleepy brain. Tired finally hit me. Too bad it couldn't have happened a good 8 hours ago...
Well, good morning to everyone. And goodnight to everyone else.