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College (the first time), I had a computer but no printer. I also had classes but no motivation, thankfully I have always had an affinity for writing which came in handy with regards to English class. On the other side of the spectrum I am a huge procrastinator, still to this day as I am putting off studying for Chemistry to write this post about how crappy a student I was in 03’.
English papers were due every other week; I would go to Niccole’s dorm hang-out with friends, play pool, run around UofA like a chicken with my head cut off, until about two am and then I would finally get started on my paper. Niccole would go to sleep while I typed away at some nonsense paper that usually came together rather well, or maybe I just deluded myself into thinking it had. One night as I typed, Niccole sat up in bed and looked at me with tired eyes. I thought I had woken her up with my constant rapping on the keys.
“Mhhh dee hahhhahheeeell?” She uttered.
“What?” I asked staring at her, sure that I was missing something.
“Mhhh dee hahhhahheeeell?”
“Um.”
“Mhhh dee hahhhahheeeell?”
“Yes?”
“Da.” She replied nodding her head, thumping her face back into her pillow.
An hour or so later my paper was done; I attempted to climb into bed with Niccole as there was no way I was walking to my dorm on the other side of campus at late-o-clock by myself. Her legs were in my way, so I tapped her lightly. “Nicc you’re in my spot.” I whispered.
She sat up straight and in one fluid motion she slammed her back into the wall, and slid down into exactly the same position she was in before. She let out a guttural moan while I tried not to laugh hysterically. “Niccole, your legs are in my spot.” She sat up again then gently lay back down. Her legs hadn’t moved, so I moved them over for her.
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James (my brother) and I shared a room one Christmas years ago, as neither of us wanted to board with my Nana who had a tendency to snore louder than my entire family put together. I stayed up reading while James nestled into a deep slumber, just as my book was getting interesting James said “No!” I looked over at him. His eyes were still closed. I read on. “The monkey took my wrench.” He said a while later.
I egged him on “That is terrible!”
“Can I pay you with a coconut?”
“I am not really sure, what else do you have?” I replied, trying to keep him talking.
Everything from that point on was nonsensical.
James and I years ago, when he was just a tadpole.
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Last night I went to bed hours before Mike. Around 3am I awoke to Mike yelling “What are you doing?!”
I figured he was talking to the dog, who likes to walk around in circles in the middle of the night just to remind us he is alive. I rolled over and closed my eyes.
“Sonya! What are you doing?!”
Angrily I shot up in bed, ready to defend myself as I was clearly doing nothing. “Sleeping.” I replied.
“I don’t get it!” He said heatedly.
“Don’t get what; I was sleeping now I am not sleeping.”
“Just go to sleep.”
This is not the first time we have had exactly the same conversation while he is talking in his sleep. I always get yelled at, can’t sleep through it.
An hour after this Mike started cussing like crazy, moving his legs around violently and throwing the sheets around. He sounds demonic when he does this, and it happens more often than I would care to admit. I lay my head down with a sane man, and wake up to a schizophrenic.
Some time later I hear Mike yelling “No!”
I giggled.
“I don’t get it!” He said again, to no one this time.
Twenty minutes before I arouse for work, the dog started crying at the top of his lungs, kicking his paws then tossing back and forth. He just wanted to make sure he got some sleep talk-walk-roll in too. There seem too be few opportunities to do that as far as I am concerned.
-ducksoup- 