Okay, so I think I'm going to legit tell band camp stories now...
So, this one time, at band camp, I decided to room with one of my friends who plays clarinet, her name is Lexy. Well, so my friends have a tradition of going and buying 5 hour energy drinks from a vending machine at the dorms, and then drinking them right before we decided to go to sleep, and I never did it because well, I just didn't want to. (And I didn't have money.)
So we went back to our dorm at eleven, which was when lights out were supposed to be, and I immediately went to go take a shower so I wouldn't have to take one the next morning, and whenever I got out, she was jumping off the walls. Like she wasn't hyper enough whenever we first got there that afternoon! (That afternoon she had taped the walls and hung stuff for the fire alarm, along with starting our whole "Plunger of Doom" saga by going to look at the bathroom, getting excited about the plunger, and running out with it and sticking it to one of our closet doors, and she had also scared our snare drummer, who went and told the rest of the band not to go into our room, because we were scaring her.)
So when I got out, she was sitting on the floor and she asked me if I wanted to leave the lights in the hallway on. I said yes, because 1) I really didn't care. 2) Maybe she needed it. 3) If I got up in the middle of the night, I would've tripped on my suitcase or she would've thrown goldfish (the snack) at me. And so I stayed up for another hour or so, maybe less, trying to sleep whenever she started talking about a band we both liked. We listened to them, until she got a text from the two people who were in the room beside us, Madison and Lizzy, who told us to shut up and go to sleep. And then she started whispering and was just like, "Do you wanna make friendship bracelets? I brought my stuff to make it with." and we ended up doing that till around, one in the morning (we had to be up by six), and then she started trying to teach me the cup song (remember that old song with the cups from Pitch Perfect? Yeah, that.), until three in the morning.
By now, I was really freaking exhausted. I just wanted sleep, and we had had band practice that afternoon, and we would have it again in around, six and a half hours. So I told her to lay down and go to sleep. She laid down, but she definitely did not go to sleep. She stayed quiet for around, a half a minute or so as I appreciated the silence, and then she said, "The vent is scaring me, can I sleep in your bed???" (There was a raised vent on her side of the room.) She also started throwing goldfish at me. I said, "No, Alexia, just go to sleep." But no. She had to get up and come to my side of the room and lay down at the foot of the bed, and also she brought her goldfish, and stole some of my blanket! It was around three in the morning, and she wouldn't shut up, and I needed sleep, so I just put in some headphones, and blasted the loudest music I had on my Kindle, even though in the background I definitely heard, "I can't sleep, the vent is scaring me..." Over and over again, until I finally fell asleep around a half hour later.
Let's just say, the next day, I drank a lot of coffee at the dining hall...
Moral of the Story: Don't room with anyone that is insanely crazy at band camp. Or, uhm, something along those lines.
~The Flute Ninja~
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