“Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? …I always wonder about that. If people could see me the way I see myself—if they could live in my memories—would anyone, anyone, love me?”—John Green (via cordura)
The idiots upstairs are stomping around and I can't freaking stand it.
At first it was unintentional and Kelly threw a tennis ball at the ceiling to tell them they were being loud.
We’ve brought this up before in our RA meetings. They actually unhinged a light in our hallway and our RA saw it and spoke to them. Though they owned up to the intentional stomping from that night, they claimed that they were never loud nor will they ever be.
Yesterday night at 3:30 AM, the three of us were woken up but excessive stomping and screaming from upstairs. One of my other roommates and I are very heavy sleepers so the fact that they got us up is ridiculous.
I’m considering going to the library.
This is why I’m excited for Christmas break. And next year, because I’m going to make sure we’re not even in the same building as them.
EDIT: Kelly just turned up our music and said, “Two can play at that game!” You go, Kelly.