i snapped.

last night, i realized that i've had enough of this rubbish.

it was my dear roommate's birthday. they threatened to hire a stripper. i went mad. of course they didn't cos they knew i wouldn't be happy.

anyways, i slept at about 1am because my schedule says i'm supposed to wake up before 8am the next morning to have breakfast and study in the library.

horror of horrors, i woke up at 4am (i have this habit of waking up in the middle of the night just to make sure everything's ok), and beheld the LOUDEST and MOST IRRITATING snoring performance in my entire life.

i'm not exaggerating, it felt as if I was in the zoo. he would breathe in, in the most usual "stuck up nose" way, which i am sickeningly starting to get used to. but the release of air. WOW.

there would be the birds whistling, followed by the bellowing of an elephant, then some loud cracking noise, and so on and so forth. i'm not lying.

and if you know me, i am somebody who can tolerate things VERY WELL. i wouldn't have survived here for nearly two months if i wasn't.

but guess what. I SNAPPED! i almost felt like suffocating him with a pillow, or sticking a carrot up his nose, but instead i ran out and slept in the living room.

LIVING ROOM. stinky living room.

and a whole door didn't stop the sound waves from reaching me. my goodness. it felt as if I was still near animals. maybe this time I was watching animal planet, showcasing a bear with an enormous nasal buildup in their hibernating state. goodness.

so I left my phone in the room, my alarm clock, and i slept in darkness, with the stench of the aftermath of his birthday party in our living room. which means, shoes+socks+spilled drinks+dirty rug+sticky floor+leftover foodstuff+some booze+etc.

I woke up at 9am, felt miserable and stuff, but eventually i got to study. quite a fair bit, i must say.

But I still can't believe I didn't say anything or do anything. what was going thru my mind when he was snoring?

1. what's in that nose?
2. well, it's not his fault that he snores. or is it?
3. maybe it's his parents fault?
4. that's amazing. how does he make those animal sounds?
5. oh great. I've covered my face with the pillow, the blanket, the comforter, AND plugged my earphones with Elton John blasting into my ears already. and it still feels as if he's snoring directly into my ears.
6. that squishing sound is making me sick.
7. do we have carrots in the fridge?
8. maybe if i punch his nose it will fix itself.
9. (looking at his bottle of deodorant) maybe i should stuff that into his mouth. (by the way, he sleeps with his mouth open. WAAAAAYYYY open.)
   
10. (after about an hour)... the couch outside should be fine.
11. (walking out) AWW this place stinks.
    
12. ah, what the heck. (zzz)

so there you go, a very out of point sequencing of my thoughts. i felt i should just list that down for memory's sake, like ten years down the road, I can look back and kind of justify whether what I did was right or wrong. hahaha

Nonesense.

I'M OUT!!!