Sleepy time is happy time. Much like dinner time is also happy time

Any one of you who knows me well enough will understand that i am not a serious guy in any sense of the word. I am also not mature even though i have several arguments regularly about this with a friend. But that's only because she calls an umbrella an "umbradoodle"
Tell me that I'm less mature than her now.

Anyway, the fact that i am not good at staying up late became know to the world outside my family during the summer of '09, during a school trip to France. Best craic i had ever had. Still up there in the top five. The hotel we were staying in could fit 5 to a room which was perfect because there was myself, Michael Goldring, Ryan Kennedy, Christopher Logan and Emmett Neeson who are all close friends of mine. In the room there was the main room there was a double bed and a single bed occupied by Ryan, Chris and Michael. Ryan and Chris shared the double. I won't go into details but things happened between them and the cleaners had to bring the bleach and burn the sheets.

Then, in the same room, there was a conjoining room, much smaller than the main sleeping area, which held bunk beds. Emmett and I slept in those. He got top bunk. The idiot called it too fast for me to realise.
And so the first night in a foreign country with my friends began and, for a few hours in the night, it was fun. We messed about, watched TV (mostly in French but we found Family Guy in English) and watched as Ryan the inhibition-less terror chucked the teabags and the milk cartons out the window...Prat. They didn't replace them *Sad Face*

Anyway around midnight i went to bed because we had to be up around 8 for breakfast. Midnight was too late as it was if you ask me. But you guys know me (or not as the case may be) always the party animal. The other 3 were up for another 4 hours! 4 hours! That's just ridiculous. And they were loud!! And I'm a light sleeper. I won't go into detail but it took extraordinary self-restraint not to punch one of them right in the face. And I'm told it was the only time they have ever been scared of me...let that be a lesson to them.

Anyway the point of this is all to with my sister,Orla returning from Glasgow for the weekend. Now she has her moments where she doesn't do something idiotically annoying, few and far between as they are. She went out last night with my other older sister,Eimhear.
Orla somehow, inexplicably as of yet, lost Eimhear and so she thought she would text me at a quarter to four in the morning asking me to get up and check was Eimhear in the house with me. So dutifully, I checked her room and texted back no. She texted me again asking was she downstairs. This was I promptly ignored. The she rang me....God I hate her. She rang me asking me to come downstairs and open the door for her because somebody had put on the big lock. Only semi-concsious I opened it, glared at her and went back to bed before i said something mean and or refused her entry into the house.

And she wonders why i don't act more excited when she comes home.