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Some people say revenge is bittersweet. However, I find it kinda to my liking.
As most if not all of you know, i'm on the rather crappy 7th floor of san miguel dorm (All my friends are in first and second floor). The 7th floor is the hardcore party floor, and it's nearly impossible to get any sleep before 2Am at any given night. Last night was a real killer for me. I did homework for more than 10 hrs, and I was tired. So I decided to go to bed at 10:30. I was woken up at 12, 1:30, 2, and 3:15 by the people in my floor, screaming and hollering. At 12, I tried to go to the bathroom, but there was too much smoke there (people were smoking hooka and it was everywhere) so I couldnt. More specificially, it was the guys with the huge bigscreen TV nextdoor that were playing music really loudly and yelling non-stop (I think they were doing LSD...). It wouldnt be such a problem if this didnt happen every night. So, I'm kinda pissed off at them. As it turns out, ten minutes ago I walked past their door, and I saw one of their guys sleeping with the door open. I decided it was time for some revenge. In true A Clockwork Orange fashion, I blasted the second movement of Beethoven's Ninth. And i still am. And I woke up the guy. I'm debating going to go practice and class and leaving it on repeat. Ah, the sweet melody of beethoven. Some people call it revenge. I call it justice. Go beethoven!
As most if not all of you know, i'm on the rather crappy 7th floor of san miguel dorm (All my friends are in first and second floor). The 7th floor is the hardcore party floor, and it's nearly impossible to get any sleep before 2Am at any given night. Last night was a real killer for me. I did homework for more than 10 hrs, and I was tired. So I decided to go to bed at 10:30. I was woken up at 12, 1:30, 2, and 3:15 by the people in my floor, screaming and hollering. At 12, I tried to go to the bathroom, but there was too much smoke there (people were smoking hooka and it was everywhere) so I couldnt. More specificially, it was the guys with the huge bigscreen TV nextdoor that were playing music really loudly and yelling non-stop (I think they were doing LSD...). It wouldnt be such a problem if this didnt happen every night. So, I'm kinda pissed off at them. As it turns out, ten minutes ago I walked past their door, and I saw one of their guys sleeping with the door open. I decided it was time for some revenge. In true A Clockwork Orange fashion, I blasted the second movement of Beethoven's Ninth. And i still am. And I woke up the guy. I'm debating going to go practice and class and leaving it on repeat. Ah, the sweet melody of beethoven. Some people call it revenge. I call it justice. Go beethoven!