Ugh. I hate our neighbors soooo much. They get the huuuuuuuuuuuge end of the stick when it comes to the noise agreement, but they STILL won't keep their music at a decent level during quiet hours. I hate them. I feel rage toward them. I am not exaggerating when I say I've never hated another human being this much.

Heh, it's ironic, isn't it? My mom thinks moving is all my roommate's fault. That I couldn't possibly dislike the noisy room enough to move my crap into a dorm bulding right across the way.

At this point, I'd move all my crap, my roommate's crap, and several large harp seals across the sahara desert armed with nothing more than a stick to fend off the lions, to get away from these people.

Bleh....