I hate the fact that my dorm has apparently lost the ability to wake up at some point AFTER 9 am. During the course of week, I have been woken up at around 9am by either
(a)My alarm, which was fine because I had class.
(b) The FUCKING ASSHOLE three rooms down blasting his music. Now, I already talked this dick two weeks ago, and he agreed not to blast his music until 11, a time I chose. And I thought I was being NICE with that time, because frankly, he's THREE FUCKING ROOMS DOWN. I should NEVER be able to hear his music! And now's he's started ignoring me when I knock on his door. I'm knocking so hard the door is moving in it's frame, he can't possibly not know I'm there. I'm going to have to start leaving insulting notes on his door.
(c) A a giant vacuum cleaner which the janitors have NEVER used before this entire semester making huge farting noises right outside my door. That was fun.