Fire Alarms

What is the worst possible way to be awoken?? Pitcher of water, ice maybe....How about an ear piercing "twitter" as Lindsey described it ringing at mid-night. Last night Missy and I were talking about her day at work and how hectic it was when our fire alarm screached. Lindsey staggered out thinking it was a dream. Donya had this dazed look on her face when we tried to explain that it was a fire drill. Let me paint the picture of us leaving the apartment; Donya had no contacts in or her glasses on, so she and I linked arms so she wouldn't fall, Lindsey and MIssy did the same so as not to loss each other in the chaos. We finally get outside and I realize the HARD way that silk p.j. bottoms are not made to be standing outside in the middle of October for half an hour. In the midst of all this, we realized that Donya and I have the same perscription and the guys in Marshall apparently like to have pillow fights in the lobby (I found this disturbing, just alittle.) Oh yea on the way back in Donya almost fell down the stairs, taking me with her. So needless to say we had no water for who knows how long, I was just happy I got to take a shower this morning before creative writing.

I already know this week is going to be an interesting one and will most likely leave me in more of a state of confusion than I already am. Somehow because Missy, Amante, Kali, and I are the first four done with the cases in Comp. Info. Systems, we get 50 bonus points all together and the ability to lead the class in the next big project. My semester is already stressful enough to the point where I feel the need to be liberated (what does a liberator do when she needs liberated??), so now lets pile on being responsible for making sure a fourth of the class gets their work done for this major project. I know I am whinning about it, but I am already feeling the physical aspect of too much stress (I can hardly breathe w/o pain). Not to mention I just totally broke a nail playing Frisbee, and it really hurt!

Sometime I wonder, if I can bear everything thrown at me or if sometime soon I am going a crumble to the ground with no hope of fixing me. What else does my life have in store for me? And will I ever be able to live the life of a 23 year old instead of one twice my age (in the fact that all i have been through could last 23 more years)?

90's Song of the Day: "How Could An Angel Break My Heart": Toni Braxton