The Man in the Pink Pajamas

I woke up this morning to the blasting of my alarm clock, which to my surprise, the sound of the infernal beeping was ten times louder than usual. Quickly I sat up in my loft, in utter terror because the beeping was so loud. In my mind I knew the sound, but still I was scared because it was so loud. I shut it off, while feeling my body shake. Yes I was shaking because I was so freaked out. Then, I immediately thought about my roommate, who is sleeping in her bed just beneath me. I looked down to see if my chthonic alarm clock had scared the living daylights out of her too. To my dismay she wasn’t there. I then thought about where she was, and if I was supposed to be aware of the fact that she was not there. It turns out she stayed with a friend because of the Antarctic cold weather. As a result her car would not start. I learned of this via a text message.

After I had climbed down from my bed, I was almost decapitated by my roommate’s fallen Christmas lights. They are taped to the ceiling with gorilla tape, but still can’t seem to stay stuck to the ceiling. Already I was irritated with my psycho alarm clock, so I thrust my arm to get the hanging lights out of my tired face. However, the thrust of my arm failed to get the lights out of my face. Instead, my arm got caught in the lights and I accidentally pulled down another row of lights. After this altercation with the lights, I sighed and moved to the door to turn on the real lights. I looked back into my room and noticed that many of her ceiling lights had fallen. Knowing me it is a miracle that I did not trip over several loose cords while making my way to turn on the “actual” lights. I muttered to myself about how, we were going to have to fix this later. Crawling back over a fallen wire, I grabbed my flip flops and headed to the bathroom.

I walked out of my room and into the empty hallway. All I could hear were the sounds of the showers. I walked to the first bathroom, which was occupied so I continued down the hall to the next one. To my irritation it was also occupied. As I turned around to go back down the hallway, a boy came out of the bathroom. He was quite the sight for sore eyes. He was dressed in a pink tee shirt with pink and purple pajama pants with hearts printed on them. The first thought that ran through my mind was this guy is very secure with his masculinity or he is completely and utterly gay. He turned and looked at me, and then briskly jogged into a nearby room. Obviously he isn’t gay and he isn’t very secure. I just walked into the bathroom, a little disturbed and in disbelief of what I just saw. As I walked into the bathroom and turned on the lights, and this unidentified boy had left the toilet seat up. Being a girl and all, this is really annoying. Come on ladies, tell your boyfriends to have some common courtesy and put the toilet seat down. Then I thought I was glad he at least put it up so he didn’t miss and hit the seat. Anyway, I headed back to my room, maneuvered over the fallen lights, looked in the mirror and burst out laughing. This was going to be a good day.