Why I Hate Frat Boys

Last night around 12:30 I hear all of this booming bass. I’m thinking, “Okay, it’s Fall Break. I’ll give them until 1:00 am. Quiet hours.”

1:00 am: Still booming. I will give them a few more minutes before being an asshole.

1:15 am: I walk over and knock on the door and ask them nicely to turn the music down. They comply. I go to bed.

1:30 am: I hear booming bass again. I give them until 1:45 am.

1:45 am: I go and TELL them they need to turn the music WAY down. Decrease the bass. I can hear it over the DVD I’m playing on my laptop. They comply.

1:50 am: Bass is booming again. I call PS and tell them the deal.

2:00 am: Bass desists

2:10 am: Bass is even louder than it was before. I go over and threaten to throw everyone out who is at the party if they don’t turn the bass down. There is NO need to have music playing that loud at 2 am. Vacation or not. They comply.

8:00 am: Quiet hours are over. Bass began BOOMING from the building across the way.

I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. For no REASON is it EVER appropriate to play obnoxiously loud music in the middle of the night in a residential area unless you have informed your neighbors that you are having a party so that they can make their plans accordingly. So now I am sleep deprived and irritable because they are a bunch of idiots. My least favorite person on campus was at the party too. Fucking bitch. I should have thrown everyone out. I was just too tired to care.

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