The Cosmic Scream

Last night, several rum 'n cokes in, my sister and I could be found in the Admiral Pub reminiscing about this and I found it so amusing, I felt I had to blog about it. This morning, I'm not sure how amusing it still is, but I'm blogging anyway just because I'm procrastinating on the Member Site and I'm here in the office on my alleged "summer day" at 5:00 a.m.

Anyway, the Cosmic Scream:

Picture this: it's 6 a.m. in Reston, VA (by the way, what fucking genius thought it would be a good idea to get high school kids up at 6:00 in the morning??? No wonder teenagers are so pissed all the time), a quiet little planned community suburb of Washington, D.C. , a two-bedroom condo where my sister and I share the master bedroom. Me, a sweet-16-year-old goth kid, my sister, an annoyingly cute but sullen 13-year-old. We insomniacs are sleeping peacefully, after finally falling asleep at 3 a.m., when a very shrill hole is ripped in the universe:

ANDI!!! LINDY!!! IT'S TIME TO GET UP, YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE, C'MON, GET UP, ANDI, LINDY!!!!!

After this adrenaline shot to the heart, I'd roll out of bed (my sister would just moan a little, punch the air, and go back to sleep), and realize I'd forgotten to do my algebra homework. Yes, this was a very regular occurrence.

Lately my mom came and stayed with me and I asked her to wake me up for work in the morning since she was going to be up already (the woman still wakes up at 4 a.m. every morning without fail). And faithfully, right at 6:00 a.m., the Cosmic Scream ripped through my apartment, and after peeling myself off the ceiling, I thought "Oh shit! I didn't do my algebra homework!"

Obviously Pavlov was on to something there.