The past couple days have been really rough on me. Work doesn’t suck, no one that I love is dead, my friends haven’t bailed on me, and gas prices aren’t too terribly high. But life has been rough.
So why have the last couple of days been so bad, you ask? My idiot suitemate’s antics has officially made my life in Olsavsky Hall here at Langley Air Force Base a nightmare, vision of hell and pure torture all in one. You may remember me having blogged about the stunts he has pulled in the past, but this was the breaking point.
I arrived back from Springfield, MO early Wednesday morning and only slept eight hours. I had to go back to work the next day, so I figured I might as well iron my uniform, polish my boots, and get everything ready to go after church and I’d be in bed by midnight. So I called Aftan and got ready to go to sleep, turned out the lights, and just as if Mr. Buttcrack had heard me plop into bed, there comes this THUD, THUD, THUD and some whiny R&B lyric wafting through the wall. I drifted in and out of sleep until 3 AM, when the music finally stopped. I figured I’d be able to salvage three and a half hours of sleep and I’d be somewhat content.
I was so wrong.
My clock read 4:04 and my walls were vibrating from a steady pulsating THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD from an 808 bass drum, blaring from none other than my suitemate’s stereo (no, I don’t think he is worth the time of me getting to know his name, so from here on out, his name will be a string of symbols such as #$@#%).
Needless to say, I came unglued. Half asleep, I yelled through the walls for him to SHUT THE MUSIC OFF (I think the person above me might have heard me), and I threw on a pair of shorts so I could walk over to his room and scream at him in person. Though I didn’t scream, thankfully…I did discover that he had three friends over (at 4:04 AM, mind you!) and they were all laughing and drinking pop.
I spoke in a hushed tone and told $(^))_#@)% that I didn’t appreciate his disrespect for the dorm quiet hour policy and for me in general by blaring his music. With cell phone in hand, I commanded the people to get out of his room before I called the police…and they left, surprisingly, without ONE WORD. Then I confronted #(%$)@)@! and told him he was lucky it was a cell phone instead of a baseball bat I was holding in my hand, because it took every shred of Christian decency I had inside of me to not come in and destroy every piece of stereo equipment he had.
His response? “Mah, whah you go’ be like dat, mah.”
My response: “Because you’re a selfish idiot who doesn’t think of others and consider the fact that it might be 4 AM and others trying to sleep.” I closed out the conversation by telling him that if he played his music loudly once more at night, I would call the base police.
I got back to sleep around 5 AM and woke up promptly at 6:30 to go to work. Needless to say, I don’t remember much about yesterday. All I know is that I slept from 6 PM to 6 AM this morning. Now I feel a bit better, but I’m a bit sick so I’m gonna try to nap it off again.
So yeah, there you have it….the reason I’ve been so out of it. I’m just waiting to have to call the cops tonight.
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