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Either the pub next door has started serving really bad beer or really, really good beer. Usually I hear loud drunken laughter or singing, sometimes even some guitar music if I get lucky, but now everyone's just wearily stumbling around the streets. It's actually a bit depressing, like they're not even alive anymore. Someone break out the Red Bulls and Elvis and perk these guys up a bit, they should be whistling and trying to hump the fenceposts at this point in the evening.
Not that I couldn't do with a bit of a drink myself, at the moment. The French guy who lives across the hall came stumbling in an hour ago with some friend of his holding him up and he looked like absolute shit, I think he might have been throwing up. His eyes were all red, like he had pinkeye or something, it was really freakish to look at.
I felt sorry for him until he perked up again. And I know he was perky because I could hear this loud "oh god!" and then thudding and screaming like a murder was going on rather than the only scream-worthy activity that occurs in student housing that isn't related to videogames or sports.
Goddamnit, French guy. I live here too, you could try to keep it down while you're going at it. Even after they quieted down enough for me to go do the dishes without permanent mental scarring (gag, maybe? Bit late to think of that, guys) they kept making these horrific squealching noises, like someone chewing very messily. I don't even want to know what they were doing to make that kind of noise. Some kink that only they and the internet know of.
Now he's just playing his music again, or at least I think so. All I can hear is the bass and he's got it so high that it's just this slow, dull thudding noise again and again like someone's beating against the door trying to get out.
Jerk.
Not that I couldn't do with a bit of a drink myself, at the moment. The French guy who lives across the hall came stumbling in an hour ago with some friend of his holding him up and he looked like absolute shit, I think he might have been throwing up. His eyes were all red, like he had pinkeye or something, it was really freakish to look at.
I felt sorry for him until he perked up again. And I know he was perky because I could hear this loud "oh god!" and then thudding and screaming like a murder was going on rather than the only scream-worthy activity that occurs in student housing that isn't related to videogames or sports.
Goddamnit, French guy. I live here too, you could try to keep it down while you're going at it. Even after they quieted down enough for me to go do the dishes without permanent mental scarring (gag, maybe? Bit late to think of that, guys) they kept making these horrific squealching noises, like someone chewing very messily. I don't even want to know what they were doing to make that kind of noise. Some kink that only they and the internet know of.
Now he's just playing his music again, or at least I think so. All I can hear is the bass and he's got it so high that it's just this slow, dull thudding noise again and again like someone's beating against the door trying to get out.
Jerk.
