a series of letters, #8
Dear Neighbours,
You are so young and have so very much to learn.
First of all, your music is terribly annoying when it continues a solid24-hours even on a very low volume setting. It does interfere with my sleep, as do the numerous times you have insulted, annoyed, and awaken me and my r00mie with excessive yelling, carrying on, large quantities of sororwhoreish gatherings at random times, the slamming of doors, the rearranging of room furniture past quiet hours, etc. Complete lack of respect and consideration for others.
I also find the ringing of phones to be an immense bother on many levels. Specifically, cellular telephones were created with mobility in mind; most people take their phones with them. Others have the decency or common sense to place them in silent mode when they are inappropriate to have ring in, for example, a classroom setting, or simply left on a desk or shelf to pester the daylights out of the ones behind the wall.
As for the volume of my music, it is definitely within the suggested limitations most times. Occasionally I find myself turning it up to drown out your shitty music, shitty loud friends, and fucking phones ringing. Most other times, the problem is not the loudness of the volume, but the abnormal excessive vibrations from a lot of bass. I admit plainly this is generally something I do on purpose as a tactic to prove a point.
You suck. My speakers rule. I can be much worse, and you need to realize that.
Bass is not in violation of policy. It simply makes you realize your entertainment equipment is inferior to my own. You could come right back and I of course would just battle you down with better harder rocking kickass music. Rock your socks off. I suppose rocking your homework right off of your desk shall suffice, as clearly you are busy at bio or something of the sort, and cannot bear to leave your haven of the IM and whatnot to seek peaceful cooperative library-type environments. However, I'm fairly certain that you are not fast and hard at work in studies, and this dishonesty I can tolerate even less than the incessant ringtones and sisterly brainwashing ooze of voices.
So, in short, FUCK OFF.
This first collaborative complaint is just one small area where you need some improvement. I'm now an upperclass resident. I've lived through many things, gained experience, made friends and enemies; you may some day suck it up and find you must simply deal with it. No more complaining. It's not worth it.. Unless you want some epic battle. My experience alone clearly foreshadows that you would indeed lose the war.
Besides the music issues, which you have thus far been able to thwart with "authoritative figures" like resident staffers, you have not exhibited any development in community skills. A few examples: taping things to our door, removing my R.A.-given decorative name-tag hanger photo-frame, leaving or kicking trash like wads of chewing gum right in the path of the door, etc. Grow the fuck up. You make me sick.
In the meantime, I will do pointless shit right back, purely because I find it mildly amusing and definitely worth my time as personal enjoyment.
You are so young and have so very much to learn.
First of all, your music is terribly annoying when it continues a solid24-hours even on a very low volume setting. It does interfere with my sleep, as do the numerous times you have insulted, annoyed, and awaken me and my r00mie with excessive yelling, carrying on, large quantities of sororwhoreish gatherings at random times, the slamming of doors, the rearranging of room furniture past quiet hours, etc. Complete lack of respect and consideration for others.
I also find the ringing of phones to be an immense bother on many levels. Specifically, cellular telephones were created with mobility in mind; most people take their phones with them. Others have the decency or common sense to place them in silent mode when they are inappropriate to have ring in, for example, a classroom setting, or simply left on a desk or shelf to pester the daylights out of the ones behind the wall.
As for the volume of my music, it is definitely within the suggested limitations most times. Occasionally I find myself turning it up to drown out your shitty music, shitty loud friends, and fucking phones ringing. Most other times, the problem is not the loudness of the volume, but the abnormal excessive vibrations from a lot of bass. I admit plainly this is generally something I do on purpose as a tactic to prove a point.
You suck. My speakers rule. I can be much worse, and you need to realize that.
Bass is not in violation of policy. It simply makes you realize your entertainment equipment is inferior to my own. You could come right back and I of course would just battle you down with better harder rocking kickass music. Rock your socks off. I suppose rocking your homework right off of your desk shall suffice, as clearly you are busy at bio or something of the sort, and cannot bear to leave your haven of the IM and whatnot to seek peaceful cooperative library-type environments. However, I'm fairly certain that you are not fast and hard at work in studies, and this dishonesty I can tolerate even less than the incessant ringtones and sisterly brainwashing ooze of voices.
So, in short, FUCK OFF.
This first collaborative complaint is just one small area where you need some improvement. I'm now an upperclass resident. I've lived through many things, gained experience, made friends and enemies; you may some day suck it up and find you must simply deal with it. No more complaining. It's not worth it.. Unless you want some epic battle. My experience alone clearly foreshadows that you would indeed lose the war.
Besides the music issues, which you have thus far been able to thwart with "authoritative figures" like resident staffers, you have not exhibited any development in community skills. A few examples: taping things to our door, removing my R.A.-given decorative name-tag hanger photo-frame, leaving or kicking trash like wads of chewing gum right in the path of the door, etc. Grow the fuck up. You make me sick.
In the meantime, I will do pointless shit right back, purely because I find it mildly amusing and definitely worth my time as personal enjoyment.