oh my gosh
fuck ! um, RIP my burgandy hoodzip that someone fucking took from the rugby pitch.
How I managed to sleep through rugby practice, and how I managed to still get to sleep that night and almost miss my chemistry lab I couldnt tell you. I also couldnt tell you how both my alarms got turned off that were supposed to wake me up for rugby practice, and then chemistry lab. Someone shut their door kind of loud this morning, which miraculously jolted me out of bed at 7:15, just enough time to throw some clothes on and get over to the physical sciences center for my chemistry quiz at 7:30. I had some big balls last night, or maybe I just hit my breaking point. Because I took the four hour nap that afternoon, I had some trouble getting to bed around 11ish. Usually the second I put my head on the pillow I go to sleep, but I could hear people in my hall being loud. I had earplugs in, and I could still hear them. So I got my ass up out of bed, walked over to my neighbors room in my Victorias Secret camisole and pink shorts and said something to the effect of:
I dont mean to be rude, but you guys are being really fucking loud.
Then I kept going when she tried to tell me that quiet hours did not start until Midnight. I told her that she and her friends were loud even after midnight in the past anyway. I told her that, the quiet hours not being until midnight sounded like something someone just told her that she just believed. I also brought my academic OU calendar that they give you at the beginning of the year over and showed her where it said quiet hours were from 9pm to 11am on Sunday through Thursday. She kept arguing with me and told me that this was a LOUD floor and that I should have Looked before I moved in. I moved here in a hurry and no one said ANYTHING about this being a loud floor. Then she proceeded to give me advice about how I should look for a quiet dorm next time I move. Fuck living in the dorms. Ill live in the streets!
Anyway, I cursed a few more times, and ended the conversation with a remark about calling the OU Police or the Resident Advisor next time she is EXCESSIVELY loud during quiet hours. Her friend told me not to come over and start cursing at them because she hadnt done anything and she was being quiet. I told her I could hear every fucking word you guys are saying and I have EARPLUGS in. So they didnt really have much basis for their side of the argument. It was still a little loud after that, but around midnight I couldnt hear ANYTHING. It was great. She was mad. I was very mad. So mad that I was almost shaking when I came back to my room. Talk about hitting your breaking point.
Last night I dreamed of Shannon and my mother helping me kill and pick up bugs in my room, and then I dreamed of telling my parents I was considering living in the Commons with a complete stranger. They have washers and dryers and the rent is relatively cheap, so I dont know. It would be nice if there was someone I knew here that wanted to room with me. Also, I think I may only take one or two classes next semester. I need the break. I will feel better once all of this is settled because right now I dont know what the fuck is going to happen.
fuck ! um, RIP my burgandy hoodzip that someone fucking took from the rugby pitch.
How I managed to sleep through rugby practice, and how I managed to still get to sleep that night and almost miss my chemistry lab I couldnt tell you. I also couldnt tell you how both my alarms got turned off that were supposed to wake me up for rugby practice, and then chemistry lab. Someone shut their door kind of loud this morning, which miraculously jolted me out of bed at 7:15, just enough time to throw some clothes on and get over to the physical sciences center for my chemistry quiz at 7:30. I had some big balls last night, or maybe I just hit my breaking point. Because I took the four hour nap that afternoon, I had some trouble getting to bed around 11ish. Usually the second I put my head on the pillow I go to sleep, but I could hear people in my hall being loud. I had earplugs in, and I could still hear them. So I got my ass up out of bed, walked over to my neighbors room in my Victorias Secret camisole and pink shorts and said something to the effect of:
I dont mean to be rude, but you guys are being really fucking loud.
Then I kept going when she tried to tell me that quiet hours did not start until Midnight. I told her that she and her friends were loud even after midnight in the past anyway. I told her that, the quiet hours not being until midnight sounded like something someone just told her that she just believed. I also brought my academic OU calendar that they give you at the beginning of the year over and showed her where it said quiet hours were from 9pm to 11am on Sunday through Thursday. She kept arguing with me and told me that this was a LOUD floor and that I should have Looked before I moved in. I moved here in a hurry and no one said ANYTHING about this being a loud floor. Then she proceeded to give me advice about how I should look for a quiet dorm next time I move. Fuck living in the dorms. Ill live in the streets!
Anyway, I cursed a few more times, and ended the conversation with a remark about calling the OU Police or the Resident Advisor next time she is EXCESSIVELY loud during quiet hours. Her friend told me not to come over and start cursing at them because she hadnt done anything and she was being quiet. I told her I could hear every fucking word you guys are saying and I have EARPLUGS in. So they didnt really have much basis for their side of the argument. It was still a little loud after that, but around midnight I couldnt hear ANYTHING. It was great. She was mad. I was very mad. So mad that I was almost shaking when I came back to my room. Talk about hitting your breaking point.
Last night I dreamed of Shannon and my mother helping me kill and pick up bugs in my room, and then I dreamed of telling my parents I was considering living in the Commons with a complete stranger. They have washers and dryers and the rent is relatively cheap, so I dont know. It would be nice if there was someone I knew here that wanted to room with me. Also, I think I may only take one or two classes next semester. I need the break. I will feel better once all of this is settled because right now I dont know what the fuck is going to happen.
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no...but...you need to find a nice, quiet place to live. those neighbors sounded like BITCHES.