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[hopefulnebula]

*dies laughing*  Clicky.

I went to bed at 10 last night.  Note: that's BED, not SLEEP.  Must remember to e-mail the RAs about the noise problem.  If I can hear the people across the hall (well, really half the hall all jammed into the room across from me) blaring their music and discussing how HAWTTT their boyfriends/crushes are, odds are they're too loud.  It's a shame, too, because they really have great musical taste.  After asking twice, they finally turned the volume down and I got to sleep, at last.  Did I mention I had a massive sinus headache that entire time?

At 5 AM my ibuprofen wore off and I woke up again because I was all congested and crud.  My nose is perfectly clear and I can breathe, but my trouble lies in the fact that my sinuses were completely full of gunk.  Well, they always are.  Have been since I was little.  Normally it's not a problem but it was then.  Ibuprofen and saline spray rule, let me tell you.

I woke up again at 7 (when my alarm went off, I might add), lounged around for about a half hour, and got myself ready for History and Humanities.  Got halfway down the hall, realized that it was Friday and not Thursday and so not only did I have the wrong books, but I had an extra hour to kill.  Ate a large breakfast and came back to the shoebox I call my room to change out my books.

Sure beats getting up an hour *late*.

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[chalybeous.livejournal.com]

You should've had some of the neighbours I've had to put up with. Even polite requests to turn things down or off, disperse the gawkers or quit playing soccer in the corridor would be met with defiance, expletives, and often an increase in volume. Further and increasingly disgruntled requests would lead to an escalation, like having £50 of take-away turn up, in your name, or finding that your mugs had been superglued to the kitchen counter.