I seriously thought things would be better. I seriously thought she was severely embarassed and would start being a little dignified...well...
About 4 weeks ago (about a week before I go home for Thanksgiving), I wake up (bear in mind we don't share a wall, and our doors were closed. Why did I hear her screaming and bedsprings creaking (LOUDLY) at 2:30 on a Tuesday morning? I couldn't get back to sleep, and I was pissed (similar things have happened w/ other suitemates and music, so we can't chalk this up to my being anti-sex or whatever). So, after knocking on the door and throwing dictionaries against the wall, I go into the living room to read. She comes out, and asks if I couldn't sleep. I was all, well, I couldn't sleep because you two were making a hell of a lot of noise. She apologized, and about three hours later, I was able to get to sleep...Bear in mind, I had 4 hours of sleep that night, had 9 am classes, and had a presentation in Italian, which (needless to say) I didn't do that hot in.
Fast forward to later on that week. After asking my mom (yes) for advice (whether or not to say anything), I go to her and I'm like, "that was not cute. I know you know as well as I do that you don't have to be that loud. I have 9 am classes. I had a presentation that I bombed. I had 4 hours of sleep, and I don't appreciate your obvious disrespect."
She acceeded, then she was like, "we have a life we have to lead." I told her I was completely aware of that, and I am also aware that that "life" does not have to wake others up, especially not at 2:30 AM on a Monday night. I also mentioned how there are only two people I should be hearing having sex when I'm in the privacy of my own room.
Then she started crying.
Not just tears around the eyes. I'm talking a Tammy Faye style blowout. "You hate us! You resent me because I'm a liberal! You resent me because I have sex with my boyfriend! What do you want? Do you not want us to have sex when you're around?" I informed her that if I did in fact resent her for those, I'd be a hypocrite. I also reminded her that if I hated her so much, I would move. Then she had the nerve to say that her boyfriend was scared to come out of the room that night because I was so mad. (If he's such a man to do what he was doing, he better have been man enough to come outside to use the restroom, right?
) She whined about how they don't get to spend time together, blah blah blah...then, she busts out with, "I heard you tell your mother about this! You violated my privacy!" Then started crying again. Needless to say, I didn't feel sorry for her one bit. She also tried to say that I was jealous...about what, she couldn't tell me.
A few days later, I went home for Thanksgiving. Things have been cordial, but nowhere near the way it was before. He stopped spending the night so much. Not that it had anything to do with me, of course, she's going abroad next semester and he's already told her he's going to break up with her. So, she's trying to keep her distance.
This morning...
I wake up at around 11:30 to see guess who BUCK NEKKID on my futon in the common room? It was not a pretty sight at all. I'm pretty unflappable, so I walked across the living room to heat up my hot chocolate, I had to pass by him and his bits and pieces. When he heard my hot cocoa go off, he realized he was uncovered and scurried under the sheets. She came in a few minutes later, and they did God knows what, and scurried off to take a shower.
So...based on the above incident, do I have the right to say anything again? I don't want to seem anal retentive, but that was just GROSS. I am not going to sit on my futon for a while, and I'm going to wash and disinfect the cover soon. Should I say anything? I have less than a week and a half left of the semester (after which I'm moving 'cause I'm studying abroad), but hey...that's just gross.