I'm going crazy. my upstairs neighbors are the worst. although I can't decide if the guy before--who played "alt" country super loud and had the laugh of a retarded Dracula--was worse. I've already spoke to them once (at 3 am) and they seemed sorry at the time. or high. almost EVERY night they are up till 2 CONSTANTLY MOVING. every floorboard squeeks. that I know they can't help, but can't they just sit down and watch a movie instead of relay racing above my bedroom at all hours? I think what annoys me most is that I don't know what they're doing. one time it sounded like they were having an art gallery showing. who nails things up at midnight? is this their first apartment of all time? that's the problem with everyone in the world - completely oblivious. I'm going to go ahead and brag about how considerate I am of my downstairs neighbors. every time I walk around, I'm aware of the noise I'm making, especially past a certain time. I think my upstairs neighbors were playing beer pong the other night. imagine a pong ball falling constantly right above your head on an echoey wood floor. I wish murder wasn't a punishable crime.
4 nights of listening to wind and rain are over from ocean shores and now I'm jump starting into 60 hour work weeks all through December. I have mentally prepared myself. I am looking forward to the monies, and getting through the challenge of not being able to be lazy. I can't even begin to complain, especially after just seeing Precious.
which reminds me, yes I hate my noisy constantly-on-the-move upstairs neighbors, but at least I didn't just give birth to my 2nd kid from being raped by my dad at 16 and not knowing how to read. inconsiderate neighbors are a blessing in the comparison to Precious.
