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Sometimes I think I am the most selfish person in the world.

Recently my flatmates went to H20, which is fair in itself, they hardly ever go. the only problem with this picture is as follow: I have a 9:00 lesson the next morning and due to issues with heavy strobes am unable to join them.

This particular night, they started to get dressed at about 5:30 and I hoped to take the opportunity of an empty flat to finish off an assignment, but it never arose. After spending hours of rushing down the corridors screeching admiration for each other's outfits, they horded into the kitchen where somebody had cooked. I am not sure just what exactly it was, only that alcohol played a central role. After half an hour they seemed even rowdier than before.

Carley had been playing her music all the while she had been getting ready - the kind that seems out of place everywhere but the dancefloor. I had to lay there and try and sleep, with Soulja Boy and whatnot vibrating through the wall. I could have requested a slighter tone, but that of course would ruin their party.

How selfish am I?