None of my newfound sleeping skills have aided me in keeping my eyes firmly shut through early morning trans-atlantic calls to Bulgaria by my roommate sitting two yards away from my sleeping form. I took a personality test last night that informed me that i was a pushover. At first i objected, but soon i agreed. In fact, i am the worst kind of pushover: a compliant one. Once i get over my initial bitching i just go along with whoever is making my life miserable, only pausing to be passive agressive towards them. For example, if i turn up my music in an attempt to get back at someone, i still turn it down at the very loud parts. Sad, isn’ it?