Look, I understand everyone has their way of studying and completely applaud keeping up with work. I’m sure everyone knows someone with good intentions but fails to follow through, so again I applaud your work ethic.
Your poor taste in music is what I must inform you about. Fortunately, my room is at the opposite end of the hall far enough away to get limited toxic noise pollution that births from your room. Unfortunately, I have the fatal weakness of being human; The daily process of producing waste.
Last night, I interrupted my studies during a commercial break of my roommate’s favorite show to proceed down the hall to fulfill my daily constitutional. It wasn’t before I was more than 3 or 4 steps down the hall (in your direction to sit at my holy throne in the bathroom next door to you) that I heard people screaming and yelling of they’re rejection problems, or emotional pain they have while lacking testicles to sufficiently deal with the problem.
Now, as I assumed the throne in the gimp stall with the booster seat I couldn’t shield my ears from the pain that originated in your room next door. Worse yet the walls were shaking, while the treacherous noise wrapped around out your window into the lone bathroom window, propped open with a crushed toilet paper roll. As I waited and worked little by little, I’m not sure what hurt more, the pain of listening to your emo-shouting crap, or working on producing diamonds from my rear end.
I wish that close the door at the least, or please work on finding a new set of tunes.
Thanks for your consideration, and good luck in your studies.
Talking about the person who sleeps below me?
Comment by Max — October 8, 2008 @ 3:44 AM