Becomming Old

I believe my brother-in-law put it best, when he said "you went to bed at 8:30? You're an old fogie!"
Old fogie, is apparently what I am. Because I fell asleep at 7:30 today. I woke at a little after 8 to the sound of Mario (my cell phone's ring tone), and after seeing the caller id, decided it was okay to have been waken. Plus I have to change and take out my contacts and such before I can really go to bed.
Last week was c-r-a-z-y. I went out just about every night, then that weekend went to Sedona with the family, all my siblings and their spouses except Nick and Lindsay (who were missed, sadly. Can't wait to see you guys in a few weeks!), and did not get a lot of sleep this weekend either. So, after eight days in a row of averaging five hours of sleep (one night I did get six, but another night I ended up with closer to four), I am plum tired. Just in time for finals!
Although to be fair, I only have one final left: latin. The final of all finals. The killer of the bees, the meanest of the bullies... can you tell I'm not looking forward to this test? Friday... blah. All my others were either final papers, a dance final (piece of cake!), or a non-cumulative final, which I had on monday. So, one left. And it's the hardest. Oh well, I have a solid A, I'd have to get somewhere in a C/D range to drop down to a B. Still, I'd like to do well on the test. Luckily I have thursday afternoon for studying!
So, I think I'm going to go to bed again after this. I'm so t-t-t-tired (that's the equivalent of a blog-yawn). It's pathetic, but I'm a college student. I sleep all break, so that I can go the entire semester without sleep. I'm like a bear. I hibernate, and then go for weeks without any sleep. Commence hibernation mode... now!
Thanks for reading!