No, SERIOUSLY, MURDER!!!
Sorry. This is my violent journal.
I'VE FUCKING SNAPPED.
Last night I went to bed at 10:45. I was really tired - tired to the point I literally was almost entirely asleep in 15 minutes. But, something happened. There's this loud crash! Someone almost took the hallway door off its hinges, then they slammed their dorm room door. I was like, "Okay. Just ignore it. It happens all the time. It's probably not quite quiet hours yet, just keep trying to sleep."
I tried.
And then she started to cry and cry and cry. My fucking neighbor was in fucking hysterics. I thought she'd be quieter after she got a few more sobs out, but she just kept getting louder and louder. I looked up at my clock and read: 11:00PM.
Me: "What the fucking hell? It's FUCKING finals week!? Here I am going to bed early so I can work on my FUCKING paper that was due LAST WEEK that I didn't work on because he's a dipshit and because I was lacking in the sleep department because of you FUCKING ASSHOLES! "
So I grabbed my flashlight (because when I bang on the wall with my hand, I bruise really bad), and tapped the wall three times. She quieted down, so I felt she figured out she was FUCKING LOUD. Just in case, I got close to the heater (because I think there's a hole between our rooms in the heater and that's why they're so loud.
Me: "I'M SORRY YOU'RE FUCKING CRYING, BUT YOU'RE FUCKING LOUD AND SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!"
I don't know if she heard or not, but I went back to bed. I'm almost asleep upon hitting the pillow. Her sobs have quieted and I can put up with them. THEN, the FUCKING BITCH starts SOBBING FUCKING LOUDER. At this point I've FUCKING lost it. I grab my flashlight, and tap the wall 6 times. She shuts up.
Me: "YOU'RE FUCKING LOUD! SHUT UP!!!"
I go back to bed. FINALLY! My neighbors are FUCKING QUIET and I can sleep.
WRONG.
About 20 minutes later (I had been drifting off), there's a loud banging sound. I realize someone's knocking on my door. My thought is, "I'm going to fucking cry."
They bang on my door for about 10 minutes before giving up. I decided that if it was my RA, then I'd claim I'd put earplugs in. But, OH MY FUCKING GOD! I'm pretty sure quiet hours started at 5:30 because it's 23 QUIET HOURS due to Final's Week being next week, but even if it didn't things just went downhill over the night.
Between 11:00~12:00
Doors had been slammed so loudly it sounded like a gunshot. I'm not even FUCKING kidding you.
One girl was crying LOUDLY.
My other neighbors, something happened that mad it sound like they'd been murdered in their beds.
Between 12:00~3:00
My neighbor's decided I had killed their favorite grandma, and I needed a taste of my own medicine, so they kept, I dunno, bludgeoning their wall? Shouting? Um...hitting the wall with their fists? oO
Between 12:00~2:00
People were in the hall shouting. Slamming doors still.
I CAN'T FUCKING TAKE IT.
Just tapping on their wall with a flashlight the first time gave me an anxiety attack. I had ANOTHER anxiety attack when I had to do it a second time. I had a THIRD anxiety attack when the FUCKER knocked on my door. I had my FOURTH and FIFTH ones when people slammed their doors. I almost puked because my heart was racing so bad, I was crying (amazing revelation! humans can cry quietly :0), my stomach raises it's acid levels when I have anxiety attacks, and I started getting a nasty, nasty headache.
Today I'm going to go watch some more things from my high school (because of music festival). During that time I'll be working on my paper and writing a letter to my RA pretty much stating, "I'm sorry to ask this of you, but I have put up with this bullshit for way too long. Please tell my neighbors to shut up. I have anxiety attacks when I talk to people. If you can't or won't, I will seek help elsewhere. This is way too ridiculous."
I'VE FUCKING SNAPPED.
Last night I went to bed at 10:45. I was really tired - tired to the point I literally was almost entirely asleep in 15 minutes. But, something happened. There's this loud crash! Someone almost took the hallway door off its hinges, then they slammed their dorm room door. I was like, "Okay. Just ignore it. It happens all the time. It's probably not quite quiet hours yet, just keep trying to sleep."
I tried.
And then she started to cry and cry and cry. My fucking neighbor was in fucking hysterics. I thought she'd be quieter after she got a few more sobs out, but she just kept getting louder and louder. I looked up at my clock and read: 11:00PM.
Me: "What the fucking hell? It's FUCKING finals week!? Here I am going to bed early so I can work on my FUCKING paper that was due LAST WEEK that I didn't work on because he's a dipshit and because I was lacking in the sleep department because of you FUCKING ASSHOLES! "
So I grabbed my flashlight (because when I bang on the wall with my hand, I bruise really bad), and tapped the wall three times. She quieted down, so I felt she figured out she was FUCKING LOUD. Just in case, I got close to the heater (because I think there's a hole between our rooms in the heater and that's why they're so loud.
Me: "I'M SORRY YOU'RE FUCKING CRYING, BUT YOU'RE FUCKING LOUD AND SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!"
I don't know if she heard or not, but I went back to bed. I'm almost asleep upon hitting the pillow. Her sobs have quieted and I can put up with them. THEN, the FUCKING BITCH starts SOBBING FUCKING LOUDER. At this point I've FUCKING lost it. I grab my flashlight, and tap the wall 6 times. She shuts up.
Me: "YOU'RE FUCKING LOUD! SHUT UP!!!"
I go back to bed. FINALLY! My neighbors are FUCKING QUIET and I can sleep.
WRONG.
About 20 minutes later (I had been drifting off), there's a loud banging sound. I realize someone's knocking on my door. My thought is, "I'm going to fucking cry."
They bang on my door for about 10 minutes before giving up. I decided that if it was my RA, then I'd claim I'd put earplugs in. But, OH MY FUCKING GOD! I'm pretty sure quiet hours started at 5:30 because it's 23 QUIET HOURS due to Final's Week being next week, but even if it didn't things just went downhill over the night.
Between 11:00~12:00
Doors had been slammed so loudly it sounded like a gunshot. I'm not even FUCKING kidding you.
One girl was crying LOUDLY.
My other neighbors, something happened that mad it sound like they'd been murdered in their beds.
Between 12:00~3:00
My neighbor's decided I had killed their favorite grandma, and I needed a taste of my own medicine, so they kept, I dunno, bludgeoning their wall? Shouting? Um...hitting the wall with their fists? oO
Between 12:00~2:00
People were in the hall shouting. Slamming doors still.
I CAN'T FUCKING TAKE IT.
Just tapping on their wall with a flashlight the first time gave me an anxiety attack. I had ANOTHER anxiety attack when I had to do it a second time. I had a THIRD anxiety attack when the FUCKER knocked on my door. I had my FOURTH and FIFTH ones when people slammed their doors. I almost puked because my heart was racing so bad, I was crying (amazing revelation! humans can cry quietly :0), my stomach raises it's acid levels when I have anxiety attacks, and I started getting a nasty, nasty headache.
Today I'm going to go watch some more things from my high school (because of music festival). During that time I'll be working on my paper and writing a letter to my RA pretty much stating, "I'm sorry to ask this of you, but I have put up with this bullshit for way too long. Please tell my neighbors to shut up. I have anxiety attacks when I talk to people. If you can't or won't, I will seek help elsewhere. This is way too ridiculous."