ivyette | STOP CALLING ME

My mother left her phone in my purse today. So, no sooner than she'd left the house for work, someone called her, I HAVE NO IDEA WHO, and so I was VERY RUDELY AWAKEN OMG by her phone ringing. Our cell phones have THE most jarring rings (they cause the birds in pet stores to simulaneously go insane when they ring) and so I was woken out of an almost-sleep (my mother had been in to say goodbye and I was just falling back to sleep) and now I feel sick. It's like a nervous sick, in my chest, and now I'm too jittery to go back to sleep. This wouldn't be that bad except that I didn't fall asleep until after 7 this morning. And the phone rang around 9:30-9:45. It'll take me forever to fall asleep now, and then when I do I'll wake up, once again, at like, 5 o'clock in the afternoon. I dunno how often I've mentioned this, but I am the single most delicate sleeper EVER. I don't mean that I sleep lightly, because I sleep through such small things as sonic booms and Florida thunderstorms. I mean that I have more trouble falling asleep than an insomniac, no matter what my level of tiredness, and any disruption in my sleep (telephones and alarm clocks actually cause slight panic attacks, as evidenced by my heart WHICH WILL NOT SLOW DOWN WTF) WILL stop me from falling asleep for a long time.
My mother had the brilliant idea of going to bed early, which meant around 12:45ish, so I went to bed, read my school books, and fell asleep around 2:30. I woke up again at around 4ish, for reasons known only to my stupid brain, and didn't fall asleep again until after 8 the next morning (yesterday morning.) So last night she tried to do it again, but for whatever reason I didn't sleep at all until after 7, and now I'm here.
And I'm TIRED and going to CRY because my mother doesn't have her phone and I'll never get back to sleep now. The saddest part is that I was going to fall back to sleep after she woke me up, I was so close to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep, I was all "kbye snfuhfjdhsxxxx" and everything, man, and now I'm just a jittery mass of exhaustion but not tiredness since my thinking-brain has been given a chance to start up and now I'll never shut myself up enough to go to sleep. I'm seriously going to cry here.
It doesn't help that last night my mother made me go to bed before I had a chance to talk to my lover, whom I've been talking to every single night since we've started going out EXCEPT LAST NIGHT BECAUSE EVERYONE KEEPS SUCKING AT ME. So I was stuck feeling really guilty last night.
One thing that might save me, though, is the fact that last year in Psychology we had those Saturday morning study sessions, and I often fell back to sleep after coming home from school, so we'll see if I can't get my heartbeat back to normal and then try going back to sleep since it always worked then. Maybe I'll eat something first, I always did on Saturdays.
/rant

-10:41 AM (is there NO sleep for the Ivy? Woe)