tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559100.post113002436964037864..comments2023-10-10T19:56:12.033+08:00Comments on My Asian Life: Talking in my sleepGina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621148568030345169noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559100.post-1130162965844746372005-10-24T22:09:00.000+08:002005-10-24T22:09:00.000+08:00My personal favorite was my freshman year. I woke ...My personal favorite was my freshman year. I woke up yelling, "Help Help Help!! Crap crap crap!!!" over and over. I jumped literally on my roommate because I was on the top bunk and hers stuck out like an L. She asked me what I was doing and I looked out the window and said, "There's no time!" Then I ran for the door. She yelled, "Gina, what are you doing?!" I said, "It's 5:17" and went back to bed.<BR/><BR/>When Erik comes to bed later than me, I usually think he's some strange guy and I pull this, "Stop! Don't move! Don't come any closer!" act. Poor guy.Gina Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03454230437607997134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559100.post-1130103102867247702005-10-24T05:31:00.000+08:002005-10-24T05:31:00.000+08:00Sis, I'm also a notorious night talker as well, I ...Sis, I'm also a notorious night talker as well, I guess it must run in families. One time I told Jeremy that my pants were ripped. When he asked why my pants were ripped, I replied, "In case I get rowdy."Chris B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09621911291755850956noreply@blogger.com