I am the wind blowing through your hair ..."
Yep. Yep. I still remember the lyrics.
I've stuck in A Nightmare Before Christmas for a second time tonight, and this time I've cranked up the volume. The girls outside in the halls are prepping for their parties, using copious amounts of makeup, and dressing like the Midwestern whores I suppose they are in transparent clothing. They play their bad music and scream without reason, and I wish they weren't there. Oh well, it'll be quiet soon enough when they all go out and get drunk off their rockers.
Last night they couldn't shut up. I suppose the Friday parties weren't coming soon enough for them. As I said to Vlak -
"I really wanna say something like, 'Excuse me. I'm so glad you're popular and all, but could you at least do your part to increase the sound barrier and shut your door? 'Quiet hours' started at 10:30.' ... but I know they'd just laugh and tell me to fuck off, and make fun of me behind my back. -_-"
I love A Nightmare Before Christmas.
"What's this? What's this??"
"I sense there's something in the wind ..."