The last few days leading up to greedfest 2005 has my stress in full-affect. Not only am I trying to finish up a freelancing job, like, tonight, but I'm helping friends with comptuer-related things, attempting to get gifts together and ready for wrapping, making banana bread, and really needing to leave my house to run errands and see in-town East-coasters. Currently, there are only 2 after-work days available for this kind of thing, and the 6 hours leading up to greedfest, which will most likely be spent wrapping gifts, then going to see a movie or something else to unwind. My main goal this year: to get home from greedfest before the catholics descend and take up all the parking spaces in my neighborhood for midnight mass.
I hope everyone is having a not-too-stressful holiday season. Please don't go into debt getting people gifts. That's just silly.
Also adding to the troubles are my 19-year-old upstairs neighbors, who thought last night (Tuesday, people) was totally the best night to have a so-called "girls night", of which they informed us as the guests started appearing. This was at 9pm, and by 10, there was full-on clog-dancing, karaoke, and screaming twister being played. I didn't want to be the fuddy-duddy that stopped the party, so I just plugged the iPod into my head and continued with my work. I crawled into bed at 11.30, and realized that the festivities above me had not quieted at all, and I could hear the youngsters' stereo, dancing, singing, and screaming loudly no matter which room I entered. Point: I didn't sleep well last night. And the landlord will be hearing about this.
Note: Just because you're on holiday from school doesn't mean that everyone is on holiday. Weekend parties = okay, whatever, but weekday party = never good. Stab.
Currently, I am burping pleasantly green-oniony-tasting burps and listening to Smashing Pumpkins. Who's the old lady now, huh? Also, photos will be uploaded to Flickr soon with all the crap I've been doing. Lucky you.
devlynda marie:
PAH-LEESE girlfriend, put the smackdown on these bitches. (of course, i'm one to talk..and talk is cheap, but whatevs.)
1. the landlord probably won't do anything. most likely.
2. even if he doesn say anything, it probably won;t change the situation.
3. you going and saying something to them may or may not change the situation, but i bet it will have more of an impact than the landlord...at least initially.
4. call the police next time. show those fuckers who's boss. and plus? the police in boise are totally happy to come for whatever reason...even if there's nothing going on. remember when our asshole neighbors called the police on us at 10PM on a friday, and when the police arrived at 10:30PM everyone was gone (not because the police were coming, but because we had all natually migrated elsewhere). the police will come for ANYTHING. call them. say you heard them talking about cocaine.
Posted by: zach at December 21, 2005 2:44 PM