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It's like I am writing this post on a rare blue moon...There's no one home. It's my one chance in a million to ditch my headphones and remember what it is like to listen to the weird music only I get, or watch one of my stupid guilty pleasures I won't admit to anyone I waste even one second for. After I am done putting my thoughts down on living with a bunch of girls in one suite, I will succumb to one of life's great pleasures, sweet afternoon naps. I'm not mentioning them just because I want to tease those people who are busy and don't have time. I would like to make the observation that college girls in their early twenties talk mostly not about guys, studies or whatever you might think, but about sleep. At least that is the reality in 1330/1332. 

Most of our conversations start off cursing naps because of how detrimental they are to our time management, but end up on a wistful note when we plan the perfect window of opportunity to doze off. In result, at any given time there is at least one person sleeping in our suite. Any time Belle needs to enter my room she walks on her tippy toes, so painstakingly quiet it makes me think of the Pink Panther. Almost every day, Snow White squares her shoulders and vows to make it till nighttime without having a short shut-eye session. She fails 99% of the time. Maybe that’s why the rest of us don’t make such commitments. Wish her better luck next time!