I'm paying for that goddamn room too, bitch. Don't throw me out so you and your boyfriend can fuck like rabid weasels.
I do suppose it's better than what you've been doing for the past few months. Which is fucking like rabid weasels while I'm still in the room.
After four months of living in a tiny dorm room, you'd think she'd have realized that I'm a very light sleeper. And that's only if I fall asleep before two in the morning--which is rare. And not going to happen tonight, as I'm exiled to the computer lab.