(Photo courtesy of Anthony_p_c on Flickr)
(Photo courtesy of Anthony_p_c on Flickr)

BY SARAH LEWIS, Student Life Editor

Now that Spring Break 2012 is officially dead and gone I feel like my life is moving in slow motion. Sunday night I went so far as to set three alarms for the morning. I just knew I was going to struggle. Well big surprise, I slept through three alarms and my text message alert sounding off fourteen times. Really? My alarm sounds like a tornado siren, those vuvuzelas people blast in Spain during soccer games, and Shia LeBeouf screaming in Transformers. Am I exaggerating? No. Take one listen to my alarm, and you’ll hear what I’m talking about.

So what’s wrong with my sleep schedule? I have a pretty good idea, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to happily get back into the groove of this semester. YOU’RE THROWING OFF MY GROOVE!! Anybody? From “The Emperor’s New Groove”…I just love that talking llama. Anyways, I can tell you one thing, this week will be filled with questions. Most likely “Is this real life?” will be the most popular of all.

I will now explain why I’m unlikely to sleep at all during the next week or so. I guess I will have to rely on coffee and Rockstars even more than I usually do…that’s concerning. As soon as Spring Break hit, I decided that I was going to be staying up until four a.m. every single night. Good idea, of course. I wanted to spend my Spring Break the right way…which meant that I decided that staying up reading and watching the History Channel was a fantastic idea. JUDGE ME. After a crazy night like that I obviously need to sleep it off and not wake up until two in the afternoon. That’s rational.

Okay, but I’m not 100 percent nerdy. I did go out a few nights. This past Saturday I decided it would be a good idea to go to Canada to celebrate one of my closest friend’s birthday. While there, we racked up a whopping total of two hours of sleep. Sleep doesn’t exist in Windsor…just letting you know if you’ve never been there before on a Saturday night.

Once I got back home on Sunday I made the decision to not sleep and just go about my day as I normally would have. Bad choice. I ended up crashing at seven p.m. which would have been okay except I woke up ready to go only three hours later. Ugh, seriously? Apparently everyone in my house decided Sunday was a good day to actually go to sleep before one in the morning, which left me sitting on the couch with my dog. Eventually the sounds of me raiding the kitchen were loud enough to wake everyone up and convince them to watch TV with me. This kept me awake until nearly two a.m., and I needed to wake up at seven. Seven hours of sleep spread between two days? Well, I obviously make great decisions.

The sad thing is I know that I won’t be going to sleep until two a.m. today even though I have to wake up at seven yet again. Why do I do this, you ask? Well, I guess it’s because I like staying up late. Whether I’m out partying or just reading at home, going to sleep at a time that contains two digits is unlikely for me. I will continue to complain about how much mornings suck, but I will warn you that it’s a bad idea to talk to me before I’ve had a coffee and/or Rockstar in the morning. If you text me before I’m awake I won’t respond to you until I’ve ingested caffeine because I know I will most likely give a rude answer. I don’t mean to do it, but sleep deprivation wins. I feel bad that my family has to deal with my sleepless, caffeine bereaved self in the mornings. Sorry guys, but just letting you know when I tell you to shut up and move, I don’t really mean it. It’s not my fault that college gives me Spring Breaks that ruin my sleep schedule.