3 AM... having a slice of Bread.

here i am, at 3 AM on a Monday morning, awake. because of the usual thing.

You see, I'm extra frustrated tonight because:

1. it's extra loud tonight. it got so bad that he got up in the middle of sleep and started clearing his throat/sinuses, which was of course, gross.
2. more importantly, i have a midterm paper later at 9:30AM. and i have a class before that at 8AM.
   

at this point, I am totally sure that I am 100% behind the gun ban. If I had one now, I don't know what I would have done anymore. Really.

But then I realized that I only become irked by his snoring because of my "spur-of-the-moment" frustrations. So what do I do? I get up and release the negative chi.

I pray about it, pray for patience, and the courage to confront him the next day. I pray for change. For maturity. And change, more change. But maybe it is myself that needs to change? We are all changing. That's the world, and that's the wonder of God. His purposes are unseen at the moment, but I'm just gonna learn to trust Him on this. Who knows? Having a nightmarish roommate might be the best thing that ever happens to me in terms of teaching me tolerance and patience.

So, back to releasing negative chi, after praying about it, of course God doesn't send an angel with a flaming sword down immediately to slay his nose, so I go to my computer and play the least angry songs in the world. Yes, I'm currently blasting Bread into my ears (via headphones, of course. I'm like the most considerate please). Nothing's less angry than "and Aubrey was her name..." and "Baby I'm-A Want You... Baby I'm-A Need You".

of course, I can still hear him in the background, which makes for a less enriching experience. But yes, Bread is therapeutical.

Can't wait for Thanksgiving. 5 days of solitude. aaaahhhh... silence.

I'M OUT!!!