Calculus is shit and Japanese is love.
Since, this is an infinitely more interesting activity than studying econs, today we shall discuss Stompy. Stompy is a sophomore who stays right at the other end of my floor.
Our hall is shaped like a looong rectangle and Stomy stays at the other end.
Let me show you a floor plan.
[edit] Photobucket has exceeded its bandwidth! Means what?!
Anyway just picture a long hallway stretching from left to right. My room would be on the bottom left corner of it, while Stompy’s is on the bottom right corner. Between us are 2 rows of rooms lining the sides of the long hallway (which are insignificant in this story).
The kitchenette is right next to my room, which means in the layout that you’re hopefully picturing correctly, would be above my room. Geddit? The kitchenette is nothing but a small empty space at the end of the hall where the microwave sits.
Anyway, REASONS WHY I (ALONG WITH BETH AND DIVYA) HATE STOMPY/ REASONS WHY STOMPY IS WEIRD:
1. She talks on her cell EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. And EVERY SINGLE NIGHT, instead of staying at her end of the hallway, she must walk over to OUR end of the hallway and STOMP up and down, shaking the floor, all the while blaring into her phone.
2. Stompy is, or looks like, 6 feet tall. Dahlah badan begitu besar masih tak insaf. If she is 4 feet 9 she has all the right in the world to stomp about people’s end of the hallway. But she is fcuking 6 feet tall and when she stomps, the floor shivers and causes us all to get high blood pressure.
3. Her voice is loud and annoying.
4. When me and Divya went to tell her to stop walking around our area everynight, she said ok. A week later she was back at it again.
5. She talks about stupid things on the phone. Once I overheard her – by the way, don’t think that I want to listen to her convo, she just speaks so damn loudly that even if I plug my ears with cotton buds and do tap dance at the same time I will still hear her – saying “I can’t believe I’m the only person on my floor who owns condoms!”
Does that even make any sense to you, I ask you? She wanna say that she is the hottest one here because she is getting good and regular sex, is it? Or does she want to imply that she is the only one here who cares about not getting pregnant/STDs? Is it a damn great thing to own condoms? She had to climb trees and shave off her eyebrows to get it la now, is it? How the hell does she know noone else owns condoms? She go check people’s drawers while we’re not in ah?
6. Which brings me to number 6, Stompy’s sex life.
6(a) Stompy’s hobby is walking around her room nude. While her roommate Emily’s boyfriend is there. Emily is very distressed over this.
6(b) Stompy is currently sharing her other roommate Morgan’s boyfriend. Yes, sharing. They are having threesomes in their room, while poor Emily and her boyfriend stay on the top bunk and plug their ears with cotton buds and do tap dance.
6(c) The said shared boyfriend is a sailor. Oh, STDs abound! No wonder she’s so glad she owns condoms.
7. This is by far the worst one of all. Because it applies to ME. Once I was carrying my very large pink basket of laundry down the stairs. And there was the stupid giraffe, murmuring into the phone again, like she’s passing on national secrets. She was stretched out across a whole step, naturally her length of 6 feet took up the whole space of the stair. I stopped on the step above her and stared at her, obviously waiting for her to move how the hell am i supposed to manuever around her when i am carrying 5 kg worth of dirty clothes please tell me.
The fucking bitch just continued whispering into the phone about her condoms, not bothering to see whose miserable shadow was that over her.
I felt like throwing my dirty panties at her.
But since I was aware of the risks and suffering of getting STDs from her, I had to contend myself with calling her, “Bitch!” and stepping over her fucking 3 feet long shins.
Urgh! The more I type this the angrier I get!
Okay back to econs.
Stompy-bashing is very much welcomed.
