Got Something You Want To Let Out Part 2

Each building has eight apartments, four on each floor. There are two on each side, with the main "hallway" in the middle. We just got new neighbors in the apartment just south of us, so they're not going to know the history behind her being a huge bitch. So they can't help at all.

I've just got no idea how she can accuse us of playing music really loudly when my mom works in the morning and is sleeping during the times we're supposedly blasting loud music. She even listed off specific hours, and I was asleep for all of them, and my sister uses her headphones so she doesn't wake me up.

The bitch is insane.

 

I still think they can confirm or deny her story. If anything, they might have heard her throwing her tantrum. It would be worth checking into.

 

Yeah. If we can prove we weren't playing music, then we can get her in trouble for falsely accusing us, and also slamming around on the ground all night, keeping my mom awake.

 

Mike: Heh, what a jerk. I'm glad that you didn't let yourself get angry and let it go somewhere that it shouldn't have. And Im sorry you cut your finer,

Will: What you have to do, Josh had to do this with his neighbor when he was in an appt complex. Go upstaris, bring a radio or a boom box, get some heavy metal, BLAST it right outside of her door early i the morning, for as long as she freaks out. Then when she confronts you, say, "Now, THAT is fucking loud, not my music during the day."
It worked.

 

I really don't know why I get myself angry over the same shit, or even why I stay involved. I believe there's a reason for everything, but I can't find any reason for some of the things I do.

Two 12-hour days of work coming up back-to-back. No socializing during that time, and I'm looking forward to it.

 

I'm home sick... =(

 

Hahaha. That's fucking amazing.

But that's the problem. I never play my music out of my desktop speakers, because ironically enough, they're not loud enough. So I don't know what she could possibly be hearing.

 

I'm really sick of all the drama that goes on around here (not on LPA, don't worry lol). I don't care about any of it, I wish people would just grow the fuck up.

 

I wish employers would get back to me. I have a few jobs that I recently applied for that are basically in limbo. I hate it when employers just take their good ol' time and drag their feet even when knowing there are people who really need jobs. Time is not a factor for most people. I'm tired of playing the waiting game.

On top of that, I really want to go to Philly for the parade but I think it's expected to be around 2 million people around Broad Street and Citizen's Bank Park, at least that's what I read. I think going might be more trouble than it's really worth. Being a die hard, hardcore and insane Phillies fan I really want to be there but it's just going to be hectic. So I guess I'll watch the parade from my couch. At least I'll see everything but not quite experience the madness. My brother, on the other hand, is traveling from Fairfax, VA tonight to be at the parade. He's nuts and I hope he stays safe within all of the hoopla that will be going on tomorrow.

 

Will: Pfft, what a drama queen. I think you should make it a point to be extra loud, while you're walking around, when you're cooking, sing loudly in the shower, pretend that you're having, or have, some rough, loud sex, etc. Haha. Then again, if she confronts you, you just gotta be a bitch about it, . I would SO do that. And I would love to see it. Haha.

 

Oh my fucking god.

I HATE people who crack every possible limb. I also HATE people who smell.

I just want to break all of their bones so they have nothing to crack anymore.

 

You'd hate my brother then.

 

I'd most probably bitchslap him in the face after having broken all of his bones ofcourse.

 

Shit this girl is awesome.

 

I went shopping today I got some awesome heels for work.

 

It's hard to tell if people really are treating me differently, or if I'm just insecure.

 

I figured out that if he doesn't want me, then its his loss. He is missing out on something great.

Moving on now.

 

Good for you. I wish I could say that and actually mean it.

 

It took me a while to figure it out. I just got tired of being sad because he was gone.

 

If i didn't start working in 2-3 months, i'll shoot myself.