Gotta love problems with roommates. Back to the last post that I wrote about and the idea of being aware of your affect on the lives of other people. I decided to go to bed early on a Friday night. I know, some may say that I am not living the college life to the fullest, but I'm quite a bit older than the people here. I tell my roommate and say good night. He comes into the room a few hours later with someone and starts talking to them extremely loudly. I know he wasn't drunk. He seems to think he is cool because he makes it a point to only drink once every 3 weeks. Friends of mine always say they have no idea how i can hate people.