Sleepover!

So it's four in the morning, and we've just settled down to sleep. Well, most of us. Obviously, I'm awake, running on one hour of sleep from last night. And by we, I mean the five of us. Once more, I'm on the floor but this time overseeing a sort of 'sleepover.' Two guys from the triple were locked out, and so have bedded over on my bed and the sleeping bag. My neighbor also takes this chance to stay, sleeping with my roommate...er, it's totally Platonic. Although it's both very obvious, and mildly stinging to see, that they like each other. I'm very supportive. And no, I do have a line drawn, but yeah, I think it's lovely. They're very compatible.
I know I should sleep, and I probably could, but I'm always a bit of a martyr for my own well-being and situation for others. This is how I make up for being loud, obnoxious, and obtuse most days.
The symphony of sleeping voices abound, and I relax about typing loudly. I even begin to enjoy opening my room to overnight lodgers. That's a lie, I'm already enjoying this. I'm weird. Anyway, in four hours, a great honking group of us will be sleep-deprived and on our way to San Francisco for a day to the city--to ice-skate and see sea lions. Maybe. Weather permitting. This is fodder for the rational corner of my brain nagging me to sleep and rest up. I'll be the tour guide, as it is, after all, where I live. I don't take the planning to well, or leadership either. Although maybe that's just being so horrible at being grown up.
But I have been improving. I'm inching my way up to being productive, and am now only half as horribly behind as I was. I inspire myself with the amazing maturity and hardworking aura of The Berkeley Students I know, and with whatever elixir my poor liver is pumping to keep me running. I need to shower. I'll do it in 4 hours.

So yeah, ice-skating. a chance for my ego to puff up and devour shallow praise greedily. Great. Oh well. I do miss being on ice. Hopefully I won't be as stiff as last time. Gotta impress!
I'm also stream-of-consciousness to the brink of nonsense (again). So I'll stop.
I've begun to see the pattern of late-night, sleep-deprived blogging. Whoo! That's sooooo college!
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