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Jul. 26th, 2011 05:11 pmOkay, so.
I really, really hate the people who moved into the house behind ours. We are talking full-strength, 100% proof hatred, because they are the loudest motherfuckers on the entire goddamn planet. We've had to call in noise complaints to the cops three times. THREE. You'd think they would get it after the first time, but...nope, apparently not! Because they are assholes, and apparently don't understand things like common courtesy and, I don't know, maybe NOT having giant loud parties that start at midnight on Tuesday or Wednesday nights? Where they blast shit like P.O.D. and Papa Roach and Creed -- fucking CREED, are you kidding me?! -- and stand on the balcony outside so they can smoke and scream along?
AT MIDNIGHT. IN A QUIET LITTLE SUBURBAN NEIGHBORHOOD.
*infinity headdesks*
As I write this from my delightful little office in the back of our house, they are currently listening to something that sounds an awful lot like Limp Bizkit. They are, of course, shouting along, and because it's only 5:00 in the afternoon I can't really say or do anything about it. I can only try to ignore it as best I can and continue to work on my case study and the fifty pages of reading I need to finish by tomorrow. I probably should've done some of the reading yesterday, but yesterday was my pathophysiology midterm, and last Wednesday was my pharmacology midterm, and I've pretty much spent the past two weeks doing nothing but eat, attempt to sleep, and cram my sad little brainmeats full of pharm and patho knowledge. I am tired. I needed a break.
And I am sorely regretting yesterday's break, because now I have to contend with Limp Bizkit at top volume and I just...
the human brain was not meant to withstand this sort of thing.
I really, really hate the people who moved into the house behind ours. We are talking full-strength, 100% proof hatred, because they are the loudest motherfuckers on the entire goddamn planet. We've had to call in noise complaints to the cops three times. THREE. You'd think they would get it after the first time, but...nope, apparently not! Because they are assholes, and apparently don't understand things like common courtesy and, I don't know, maybe NOT having giant loud parties that start at midnight on Tuesday or Wednesday nights? Where they blast shit like P.O.D. and Papa Roach and Creed -- fucking CREED, are you kidding me?! -- and stand on the balcony outside so they can smoke and scream along?
AT MIDNIGHT. IN A QUIET LITTLE SUBURBAN NEIGHBORHOOD.
*infinity headdesks*
As I write this from my delightful little office in the back of our house, they are currently listening to something that sounds an awful lot like Limp Bizkit. They are, of course, shouting along, and because it's only 5:00 in the afternoon I can't really say or do anything about it. I can only try to ignore it as best I can and continue to work on my case study and the fifty pages of reading I need to finish by tomorrow. I probably should've done some of the reading yesterday, but yesterday was my pathophysiology midterm, and last Wednesday was my pharmacology midterm, and I've pretty much spent the past two weeks doing nothing but eat, attempt to sleep, and cram my sad little brainmeats full of pharm and patho knowledge. I am tired. I needed a break.
And I am sorely regretting yesterday's break, because now I have to contend with Limp Bizkit at top volume and I just...
the human brain was not meant to withstand this sort of thing.
