Ah university life, partying, getting drunk and more partying…Then that awkward moment when you can hear (very clearly) your flat mate having sex.

Yes my flat mate Becci doesn’t seem to be able to pipe the fuck down or burry her head in a pillow for that matter. Being woken up numerous amount of times at 3am does not make me the friendliest of people.

I guess it doesn’t help with the walls being thin either but jeez, it’s like hearing the audio book for 50 shades of Gray.

Being that traumatised by Becci’s 50 shades impression, I pleaded my boyfriend to stay at his, of course I was rejected (he was probably doing it as a laugh he finds things like this very amusing).

A few minutes later I thought I should put on Blood Hound Gang-Discovery Channel through my speakers just for a laugh and to hint that I was woken up by them. But, knowing my luck that would probably encourage them more than anything, so I scraped that idea.

After what seemed to be ages, I finally got 4 hours of sleep. I was about as amused as grumpy cat. But on the upside, I can always get her back when my boyfriend stops over.

Revenge bitch.