Life at X
Greetings for a second time!
For a second blog post, I thought I’d like to outline what life at X is like, in particular life in MacIsaac hall.
It’s fucking retarded. It’s the party house, and I fucking hate it.
“But Chad! Parties are good! It’s where you abuse your useless liver with drinks, and the next morning, you get a screetching hangover and you are made aware that you’re missing the 100 bucks in your wallet, along with all your ID! You also forget who you met! What’s not to love?!”
Personally, I’m a relativly passive social guy. I’m not anti-social, I like meeting new people. I just let them come to me, sort of thing. I don’t walk around shaking hands with every person in the room. If someone would like to meet me, I’m there and I’m open to meet them. I’m not super social, but when I meet you, I plan to remember you, and actually talk to you later on.
Anyways, I like keeping to myself when I’m not meeting people, and generally, if I’m at a party, I plan on keeping my memory of where I was. But on nights that I do spend alone, whether it be spent working on music, or even just watching TV or something, I can’t stand it when all I can hear at 1 in th morning is loud dance music.
FOR FUCK SAKES.
We have quiet hours for a fucking reason. On weeknights, it’s from 11pm til some reasonable time in the morning. If it’s wednesday night, nay, thursday morning (Midnight-2AM) and I can’t sleep because you’re still getting drunk and wasting your tuition money on trying to get laid (Which you won’t…if you’re drunk, that is) then prepare to drop out, or prepare for me to eventually kill you. I fucking hate when I can’t sleep for reasons beyond my control at some retarded times. Turn of the music. Pass the fuck out already. Holy shit. I get up at like, 7:30. Why?…well, because my room mate gets up and makes noises. Loud ones. That wake me up. I usually fall back asleep, but still. I realize that he has to get up earlier than me, so instead of changing that…why don’t the partiers just…fucking die?! 
“Awesome idea, Chad!”
Thank you!
Anyways, that’s it from me today.
Until the next one,
Peace.
You have encapsulated my view on partying to a T.
i just googled the phrase “i fucking hate when i can’t sleep” to see if anyone shared what i was feeling right now. this was one of two pages that came up. thanks, i enjoyed reading that – my roommate isn’t bad, but sometimes his actions prevent me from getting to sleep, which is extremely infuriating.