I feel like I should start off by saying it's amazing how much closer we've gotten already this year. It's funny to think that I barely even knew your faces last year and now that you guys are my upstairs neighbors I've discovered so much about you. For example, I know you guys love to bump music all the time. One of your favorite times being the second I decide to snuggle up under my covers at about 3 a.m. on a Wednesday after spending the night in the library preparing for an exam. I know you like to sing along to the All American Rejects as you do your homework. And, yes, that also means I know you're tone deaf.

I apologize for all the passive-aggressive sass, and part of me envies the lack of work and commitments you guys seem to have. I'm truly jealous you're able to partake in the joyous holiday most commonly known as Thirsty Thursday, but I would appreciate if you kept the less fortunate in mind and just maybe called it quits when quiet hours roll around. I would also be content if you could drop the bass a little less frequently or a little softer. Or maybe I'd be a little less salty if I got an invite to chill once or twice.

I do have a few questions for you; one of them being do you happen to own an elephant as a pet? I live in constant fear that one or both of you are going to fall through my ceiling. I'm not even exaggerating when I say I've been awoken from my slumber by the pounding I'm hesitant to call footsteps. I've seen you before and I know neither of you are overweight so I'm more confused about how you distribute your weight with each step. Not once do I hear calm footsteps. I would also like to know if you guys sprint everywhere you go. You know, you can walk to your bed once you shut the light off; the monsters under your bed won't eat you, I promise. This one may not be your fault entirely, however. It could just be the acoustics in the building so I met let this one go.

I also wonder if you hear the knocks on your floor that are produced by yours truly, standing on a desk chair and pounding the ceiling with a vacuum. Do you purposely ignore them or are you just that oblivious to your surroundings? Or maybe you think it's just part of the bass line of Drake's new song...

Maybe one of these days I'll muster up the courage to say hi, introduce myself, and then yell at you for being obnoxious. But until then, I'll continue to curse you under my breath when I pass you walking to class and angrily text my mother regarding your actions.

Best,

The Girl Who Lives Below You