I’m only staying in the Langley dorms because I don’t want to have to buy a bunch of new stuff for an apartment, but it’s becoming unbearable, thanks to the inconsiderate freak who lives next door to me.
Here is the short list of what I have encountered so far:
- Music blaring at all times of the night and day. With low, rumbly bass that gives you a headache each time you hear it.
- Him having put a bench right outside my room. I mean, right underneath my window. He and his friends all get together there and laugh, blare their music, and do whatever. While I am trying to do whatever I do in my dorm.
- This is the really bad one. I’ve heard porn movies blare through the walls at odd hours of the day as well. Serious. The other day I was listening to Sixpence None The Richer, and I heard a scream in the background. I thought to myself, “Wait a minute, Leigh Nash never sings that high or screams in her songs.” After turning my music off, I realized my suitemate was treating me to a full audio soundtrack of a woman being pleasured. How horrible.
I’m off to the dorm manager’s office. I’m gonna turn this idiot in and then if it doesn’t stop, I’m going to apply to live off-base. I’m the senior ranking person in the dorm here so they had better let me if I decide to.
Hey, it’s still better than being in Iraq and having to sleep there. Be greatful for what you have. Even though it SUCKS! I understand your frustration. It is justifiably annoying. -Hang in there. It’s almost over.