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Fallen Shards
I suppose it's poetic, in a way, that not three hours after telling my mother over the phone, "Yeah, I really like living here," an event would occur to make me long for hermiting.

I went to bed at 12:30 tonight, which is early for me, because I had nothing to do and I was tired. Around 1:30 or so, I was... well, not really awoken, as I was only half-asleep at the time, but half-awoken by stomping above my ceiling.

Let me lay out my housing situation for you. I live in a co-op with twenty other people. It's a big house, with about four floors. I'm in a basement-level double with Dave, and our room happens to be underneath the first floor living room. So the stomping around got pretty darn loud. I briefly imagined their stomping causing the ceiling to collapse on top of me, and managed to scare myself. I told myself firmly that no way could they do that and rolled over in bed.

That goes on until about 2:00. Now, there's a single light on the ceiling of my room, which has had a glass cover over the two bulbs. The cover was loose; in fact, several weeks ago it dropped onto my head when I bumped it. You see where I'm going with this. The cover dropped and shattered on the floor. I actually felt a few pieces of glass land on my blanket.

So I turned on the light and just stared for a few seconds, unable to quite comprehend what had just happened, before heading upstairs in a rage to yell at them. As I enter the room, the first thing I see is a big guy lifting a small girl several feet off the ground.

Me: Hey! *attempting to get everyone's attention* HEY! *failing, decide to talk over them* Thanks to you guys stomping around, the cover on the light on my ceiling fell down, and now there's shattered glass all over my floor.
(I don't really know what I expected to accomplish by confronting them.)
Some guy I don't recognize: Hey, man, come join the party!
Me: *pissed off, I let out a swear word and stomp away (I'm not proud of that)*
Some guy: Hey, I was just kidding!

Dave eventually came down and helped me clean up most of it, and I got a vacuum to get the rest. Intellectually, I'm not mad at any of them; they couldn't have known the cover was loose, of course. But that doesn't stop me feeling like I want to put their heads through walls. Ah, well. By morning this will all be behind us. (Although I'll be wearing sandals around the house for a few days.)

So, anyone know of a nice cave near here with an ethernet hookup?

Edit: Let's see. Regarding my last post, I'm disappointed but still optimistic, and regarding the post before that, I've accomplished nothing. I'll reply to comments in the morning, I promise.

Feeling: pissed off pissed off
Listening to: Chrono Cross - Dragon God

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cynthiaahookway From: cynthiaahookway Date: November 6th, 2004 01:04 am (UTC) (Link)
Sorry to hear about the room mate situation. I get the same kind of annoyance now that my dad's shop is at my house. People will call here at 7am on the weekends wanting their t.v.'s looked at. No sleep is to be had apparently.. The closest cave I can think of with ethernet would be in Afghanistan. I hope things look up there soon. :)
nsingman From: nsingman Date: November 6th, 2004 04:23 am (UTC) (Link)
Cohabitation presents challenges under the best of circumstances. Please be careful about cleaning up all the glass, and be sure to wear shoes when you do. I mention this because I always walk around barefoot at home, and actually had a tiny sliver of glass in my heel for almost a week until it worked its way back out.

From the situations I've seen, the best way to approach this is to work out some sort of agreement, with as much comity as possible, about parties. That would probably be fairest to everyone.
thjorska From: thjorska Date: November 6th, 2004 08:07 am (UTC) (Link)
Yeah, I live in student halls. Basically it's not a complete day until some bastard ruins it in some way or another.

And people wonder why no one stays on in halls after a year.

Hey, I smell burning. Great.
mafdet From: mafdet Date: November 6th, 2004 08:34 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, my sympathies. I haven't lived in a co-op with lots of people, but living in San Francisco for years meant living with roommates. Lots of 'em. Lots of really, erm, eccentric ones, too. BTDT.

I now live alone (except for kitties) and love it. One day you will too, trust me!
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