Apartment life in Eugene, Oregon.
Sometimes I really hate alcohol when living in a college town. Any prospects of sleep are nonexistant as my next-door-neighbors have decided to throw a party. In a few moments the only thing that'll be separating my resting head from a screaming frat boy is what would otherwise be considered a cracker, but in Eugene is passed as a wall. From how it sounds just sitting in my livingroom, I might even think there was a party right here! Not to mention, I think my upstairs neighbors are having a stomping contest. Don't people ever sleep? I don't know who to call the cops on first, but damn, they picked the wrong time of the month to piss me off...