Okay, well, it's actually the opposite. She doesn't listen in on me, and I don't purposely listen in on her. But our walls are super thin (so much for hurricane proof) so it's hard. Especially because she's a night owl and likes to sleep with the TV on.
Earlier this evening, when I had finished watching "Art:21" for my art/film class, I put in L'Auberge Espagnole and began to ache for Europe and desperately cling to the idea that I might again get there. I miss Paris and the life I had there. I miss my apartment. It was the first and only time I've lived on my own. No family, no roommates. Just me. In the middle of the best fucking city on Earth, in a heavily cultured neighborhood (read: ethnically diverse), and a metro ride away from fabulous art museums and extraordinary sights.
Though I miss Europe, that's not the point of this post. After the movie, it was 9:15pm. You all might be thinking that's mighty early, but I generally get to bed on the earlier side. The more sleep I get, the more awake I am in class, the better I do, and the better I feel. So I rarely stay up past 10:30pm. I would have turned in then, at 9:15, but I stopped.
Hmmm...Roomie isn't home yet. If I try to sleep when she comes in, I'll just have a really hard time of it (she tends to be loud). Then she'll make herself dinner at 10 and be making a ton of noise in the kitchen. I'll lay awake, wasting my time. So I tossed in another Netflix: Without a Paddle, mostly because it's shorter and requires less thinking than The Man Who Knew Too Much (1956...the remake).
So it's 10:45 when the movie ends, I brush my teeth, finish getting ready for bed, and I sit to write this entry. There's a constant thump from the bass next door, and every once in a while there's a loud laugh. Mostly it's just normal talking (her sister is over a lot), but it's clear as day when I'm laying in my quiet room. So I am forced to eavesdrop every day.
I'm not the type of person to ask her to "keep it down," especially because she isn't being super loud in the first place. And she works two jobs other than classes, so it's not her fault that she gets in after 10pm every night. And really, 11:15 isn't late and she shouldn't have to be super quiet, it's not like I have a test or anything tomorrow. I just want a peaceful night's sleep sometime. Is that too much to ask?