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Originally Posted by Pres Zount
You haven't asked them to turn it down yet, have you?
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well, I banged on the ceiling with a broom and heard them laugh. then I started crying. then I stood in the middle of my room with my coat on, with my heart pounding out of my chest with rage, trying to decided whether or not to go up there. then I went up there and banged on the door. they opened it and there were 2 chicks and a couple of dudes hanging out around the kitchen island, conveniently placed above my bed. I said, "dudes, seriously, you have to stop, you're right over my bedroom and I have to work at 8 a.m." and they were like, "uhh, we're just in the kitchen" and I was like, "well, my bedroom is right underneath you, and it fucking sucks so bad", and one dude was like, "we're just making some food", and I was like, "yeah, well, it's been going on for hours and it fucking sucks. please just keep it down, please, it sucks so bad, seriously, it's so awful, I, I, I...just, I can't, you have to stop, it fucking...sucks...."
and they didn't even apologize, I just walked away because I would've started crying. ha. hopefully I was pathetic enough to warrant some sympathy, and not bitchy enough to incur wrath.
they seemed to get a little quieter, but I still put my headphones on and listened to some low key music to drown everything out and kinda passed out. I think my yelling at them helped me sleep.
I got about 4 hours sleep. fucking pieces of shit.