Gotta love dorm life

For the most part, I enjoy my dorm. It's one of the smaller ones on campus, and is generally fairly quiet. Plus, I have beautiful views outside my window. My roommate and I get along, and we're both fairly quiet people who give each other space, which is perfect. The only thing I hate is that I have to share a bathroom with two other girls, who I have deemed the Loud Assholes Next Door (LAND).

During the day I can put up with LAND. Yes, it's annoying when I hear them talking extremely loudly in the bathroom (sometimes about their drug usage, for which they're lucky I haven't reported them), or when their hair dryers blast on four times a day (they seriously wash their hair all the damn time). But last night at approximately 12:30 they began absolutely blaring music in their room. My roommate and I were both in bed; I was still awake, but I think she might have been asleep--either way, I heard her sit up and say "What the fuck?"

My roommate, bless her heart, got out of bed and went through the bathroom to tell our neighbors to please turn the music down, that we were trying to sleep. I'm grateful she was the one who talked to them, because I am not at my best when I'm trying to go to sleep, and I already can't stand these bitches, so most likely I would have pissed them off. The music was lowered slightly, but not enough to prevent us from hearing a heavy bass thumping coming through the walls. My roommate once again asked them to please, for the love of all that is holy, turn the music down. This finally got through to them, and the music ceased.

Unfortunately for me, I was now wide awake and pissed off and couldn't go to sleep for a little while. I think I drifted off around 1:30. LAND better hope they don't pull that shit again tonight, because I can't handle two nights of not enough sleep in a row.