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Funny story.
At, oh, about quarter to two, I woke up after just having fallen asleep and realized that Kirsten had also apparently just been awakened. Realized quickly enough that some asshole (can't imagine which one) had been jumping around or pounding on the cieling, and that said person had also taken to shouting. Also realized that there was a voice coming from directly outside of our window.
Apparently, that slag upstairs was having an arguement with her boyfriend, and for whatever reason, they decided that nearing two in the morning was the best time possible. And at the dorm, of course! Kirsten and I being suitably pissed at this point (hell, the fuckheads upstairs had been loud for most of the evening yesterday, as it was), Kirsten opened the window and asked (very politely, all things considered) if he could please stop and maybe call his girlfriend if they needed to talk. He apologized and such, which was good enough at that point, but this didn't make the slag stop, which meant that he kept going. Then the slag decided to start pounding on the ceiling/jumping/throwing shit or whatever the hell she was doing, at which point Kirsten enlisted the aid of super-RA, which does indeed seem the better route. Dealing with situation on one's own means both lack of authority and potential for much cursing.
That slag finally quieted down, though not before throwing some sort of jumping fit again. Kirsten may well be right on that; she may have been trying to prove some sort of point by pissing us off. Lovely, that.
Anyway. That's the story. Har fucking har, and it's about time to be back to the study-party.
Now edited to accommodate asshole's new name.
At, oh, about quarter to two, I woke up after just having fallen asleep and realized that Kirsten had also apparently just been awakened. Realized quickly enough that some asshole (can't imagine which one) had been jumping around or pounding on the cieling, and that said person had also taken to shouting. Also realized that there was a voice coming from directly outside of our window.
Apparently, that slag upstairs was having an arguement with her boyfriend, and for whatever reason, they decided that nearing two in the morning was the best time possible. And at the dorm, of course! Kirsten and I being suitably pissed at this point (hell, the fuckheads upstairs had been loud for most of the evening yesterday, as it was), Kirsten opened the window and asked (very politely, all things considered) if he could please stop and maybe call his girlfriend if they needed to talk. He apologized and such, which was good enough at that point, but this didn't make the slag stop, which meant that he kept going. Then the slag decided to start pounding on the ceiling/jumping/throwing shit or whatever the hell she was doing, at which point Kirsten enlisted the aid of super-RA, which does indeed seem the better route. Dealing with situation on one's own means both lack of authority and potential for much cursing.
That slag finally quieted down, though not before throwing some sort of jumping fit again. Kirsten may well be right on that; she may have been trying to prove some sort of point by pissing us off. Lovely, that.
Anyway. That's the story. Har fucking har, and it's about time to be back to the study-party.
Now edited to accommodate asshole's new name.