Are my roommates alive?

Last night my roommates and I hosted an apartment warming party.  I was a little nervous about it at first, but it turned out to be a lot of fun.  My friend from run club brought his three guy friends along and they were all really cool.  I found out that one of them is the older brother of one of my favorite coworkers at Dairy Queen. What a small world! Not so fun was when some guy threw up on our carpet and when my half empty bottle of Malibu mysteriously disappeared along with my deck of cards.  Oh well that's the risk that you take when you host a party.

The current time is 12:40 PM, which means that I have been up for exactly five hours.  I have ran, showered, eaten breakfast, taken a load of empty bottles and cans to the recycling bin down the street because our bin is overflowing, rode my bike to ghetto Kroger, eaten lunch, and am now blogging.  My roommates are all still asleep in there rooms and it is making me feel very confused and disoriented. Two of the girls have been here since Monday, yet have almost nothing in our fridge.  What they do have is a bunch of pantry items like mac and cheese and ramen noddles along with frozen pizza rolls, corn dogs, etc.  

I will never understand how to many people live like this.  Then again, I'm guessing that the majority of people would think that I'm the insane one considering that I was up at 7:40 this morning after being up until 2 AM the night before...