Dear girl with the blaring music,

You're just another one of them.

...another crazy coug that keeps me entertained daily.

I have to admit, I love these types of cougs.  They keep me alive and well.  Really though.  There is no sarcasm involved in that statement.  It's straight from the heart. 

So I'm sitting in the Wilk with some chummies getting ready to watch March Madness when all of a sudden, Gwen Stefani is singing so loud you'd swear it was a live performance.  That's when I was reminded that Gwen would doubtfully be performing in the Wilkinson's Center.  So naturally, I look around for the source of the noise and see some precious little freshman who APPARENTLY left her headphones in her dorm room.  

I feel for her.  I really do.  I know how painful it can be when you're really craving a tune & you just can't listen to it.  BUT, that's the difference between this chickadee and myself.  I control my urge and suck it up... then when I get home I turn on my iHome to the highest setting and sing at the top of my lungs (which I am POSITIVE my roommates LOVE).  This girl however, couldn't wait to jam to her "sweet escape."  

OBVIOUSLY she was just screaming for someone to sing along with her about refrigerators and sour milk... or so I thought.  I accepted her invitation and began to sing...rather loudly --- but only because I had to compete with Gwen.  I guess I misread her invite because she immediately turned around and gave me the stink eye.  

Oh well.  Her music is now turned down 

so luckily no one else will make the same mistake I did.