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[amadeupname]

No, no, go ahead, play tag in the hallway. The sound of your laughter doesn't grate on my ears at all as I lay here trying to sleep so that I can be coherent in the morning! Where on earth would you get that idea?

Seriously, if you're going to run up and down the halls laughing and screaming with the shamelessness of a baby, then don't suddenly get sheepish and embarrassed when I open my door to ask what the fuck you think you're doing. Especially not after I went to the trouble of putting on pants, damnit. It's fuckin' hot in here, you think I want to be wearing these things? Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I hear the mattress asking me in a sleep-heavy voice to come back to bed.

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[(Anonymous)]

I have the same problem with large numbers of people having loud discussions outside my door.

[gustov.livejournal.com]

It's a college thing. They played extreme frisbee in the hall outside my door last year. You'll learn to accept it, and you may even miss it when you leave.