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[amadeupname]

People downstairs, you were doing fine with the whole "not being loud, obnoxious bastards" thing up until five minutes ago. Then you went back to being fucktards and playing your godawful music (which is shaking my bed, by the way) and shrieking like babboons having unlubricated buttsex. Do not make the fat girl go get the RA again. I am tired, and I need to be up in five hours and forty five minutes, you insufferable curs. I know you don't care, but you should remember that cranky fat girls usually find the most vindictive forms of revenge. I WILL break out the sharp, pointy things if I have to, and when I am done with those I have some nail polish remover that would like to get to know your wounds rather intimately.

Fuck you with a rusty, jagged flagpole,

The fat girl upstairs who keeps stomping on the floor.

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[maladaptive.livejournal.com]

Being above loud people (or below) is the worst, because it's so much harder to go tell them to STFU.

I don't care if it's a dorm. I've actually had people tell me that dorms are supposed to be loud and partyfilled, and all I can think is "god no!" Dorms are where you live, and you should have a peaceful place to retreat!

But, no, people are assholes. My experience in dorms has taught me that I never, ever, ever want an apartment.

Ever.

[acorn9682.livejournal.com]

Lol, you're funny Sarah. I love your entries. But I know what you mean. I live in an apartment and we used to have these super loud people above us. The little brat kid would run back and forth all night and my Mom would get really mad and yell. Sorry you gotta deal with them, lol.