Lookatmetypingtoyou...
Hmmm, the parties here leave something to be desired, but I’ve gotten used to them, and expect little other than loud music by now. And it was loud, the bass that I love, even some Indian music (M has made me obsessed). The music was interrupted near the end-there was a fight (as usual)-and so the evening ended. Actually, it didn’t, my music still plays down on the third floor, but I am not there. I like to retreat for a few moments, enjoy the house’s energy on my own. And here is where I segue into a tiny soliliquoy on how much I enjoy living in the quad. Mind you, I definitely didn’t request to live here, but it has worked out fantastically. See, no one out here gives a damn about what I do. This means that my behavior is tolerated here, and considering the tepid reception someone like me tends to receive on this campus, it’s nice to be able to relax a bit and carry on as I like. And look at what I get away with!