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[Nov. 24th, 2009|10:09 pm] |
So I have this batshit crazy neighbor who lives under me.
Let's go over this. So apparently it is 'abnormal' of me to be up past 11pm and that if I was a normal person I'd be in bed resting from 11pm until 8am like 'everyone else in the world' and not 'keeping him up with all of my walking around my apartment'. He claims I do this EVERY night when... for the last week I didn't really even get out of bed until Sunday besides to go turn in my English portfolio and take an exam, both of which I assure you are day time activities. He also threatened to call the cops on me. No, not for music or anything like that, FOR BEING AWAKE AND WALKING AROUND MY APARTMENT PAST MIDNIGHT. He said if I don't stop he's going to try and get me evicted. Again, for walking around my apartment at 'abnormal' hours. I'm sorry. But I'm 20, I'm in college, and I live alone. I'm pretty sure he should just be glad I never have people over and I've never in my life thrown a party. I actually apologized to him when I thought it was just that I was playing music too loud and he said he didn't even care about the music because he can't hear it. BUT APPARENTLY MY WALKING KEEPS HIM UP? I've tried to be quiet about it, but really. I looked at him and said 'I don't know what you expect of me, I'm a night person who runs on very little sleep, what do you want me to do, sit on my counter or hop from piece of furniture to piece of furniture after midnight?'. He wrote me this legitimately 2 page long letter complaining about it. He said I was being 'rude' and that I need to 'respect other people I live with'. Sorry I live alone and I wasn't aware that WALKING AROUND MY APARTMENT was rude. I don't think he realizes he lives in an APARTMENT BUILDING. I hear the people above me ALL THE TIME. I could set my watch by the fact that I only hear them between 2 and 4am, EVERY night. And I could set my watch by the people to my right who play techno from 11pm to 3am EVERY Friday and Saturday REALLY loudly. Yet. He's going to get me evicted... for walking around my apartment? Because I'm rude and inconsiderate and I am (this is a legitimate quote by the way!) "Ruining his life and his sleeping pattern with my abnormal and rude behaviour and it HAS TO STOP OR LEGAL ACTION WILL BE TAKEN." BTW caps are done by him in his little letter, not me.
I'm thinking of reporting him for harassment to my landlord and saying I want to move out because he seriously comes up here and bangs on my door every night for 30-45 minutes even if I don't answer, he just keeps knocking. He disrupts whatever I'm doing and harasses me and has insulted me because... I stay up late at night. I hate living in this building, tbh I'm looking for a reason to get out of it, I wish I could use this more to my advantage. Or maybe I should just write him back and tell him I'll take him seriously when he has a legitimate complaining and stops insulting me, oh and learns how to write in proper English. he wrote in broken cursive and kept writing 'u' instead of 'you'. I mean I know he moved her from Peru 7 years ago. But that is NO EXCUSE since he's in college at Loyola.
I just want to know how I'm a 'rude and inconsiderate person' because I stay up past 11pm? (he said being up past 11pm was abnormal). Seriously if he would have been complaining about loud music, I would have understood, but he's making this big issue out of me WALKING AROUND MY OWN DAMN APARTMENT. That's what has me so fucking peeved.
I'll make a real update after I get back from Florida, I'm long overdue. |
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| Girls Like That Disappear |
[Nov. 6th, 2009|01:29 am] |
And I looked him dead in the eyes and said
"Move in with her because girls like that disappear"
They float away through the air until the right one comes along
They slip through the cracks
They slip through your grip
The only time they're grounded is when they're head over heels
They'll never settle until they smell morning on your skin
You don't let girls like that get away
Keep her under her thumb
Keep a watchful eye
Because girls like that disappear
They slip through the cracks
They slip through your grip
Girls like that they're firecrackers
They don't believe in love or lust
They couldn't define trust
All they know is the here and now
So you keep them in your head
You let them into their heart
But you never let them out of your sight
Because girls like that disappear |
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| Actions Speak Louder Than Words |
[Nov. 5th, 2009|11:58 am] |
There are not always things you can put into words. And why bother? Remember as a child when your Mother told you, “Actions speak louder than words.”? Well it’s true. A touch, a kiss, just the way you look at someone can say so much more than you could ever hope to actually verbalize. How do you put friendship or love into words? You can say I love you or call someone a friend or tell them you care. But does that really do these feelings justice? No, Think about someone you love. A friend, a spouse, a lover, a family member, anyone you truly care about. Think on it for a moment, really try and put it into words. Don’t just say, “Well I care, it’s love.”. Try and describe it, go ahead, I would be you, you can’t. Love, no matter if platonic or romantic, isn’t something you put into words. It’s something you have to show or the word becomes meaningless. Listen to a friend when they need you. Always kiss your lover goodbye. Always hug your parents when you leave. Don’t criticize your spouse because they don’t always verbalize their love, as long as their actions ring true you should know it. Words after all, are much easier to fabricate, that glint in someone’s eyes, that smile tugging at the corner of their mouth, it’s much harder to fake that. That look, that touch, that simple rub of a thumb on the back of your hand, or a hug when you need it most. That is love. Why is that? Because actions, truly, speak louder than words. |
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| Soul Mate Not Required |
[Oct. 27th, 2009|01:14 am] |
(sidenote: I'm not actually naked, and I've never taken nudes... just felt the need to point that out since this is the internet and all)
I want someone to kiss me so hard that I feel it through my bones. That my nerves explode with excitement because it’s not just a kiss it’s an experience. An experience of a feeling that ripples through ever tendon and every muscle and every molecule of my body and my soul. A moment where just everything feels right and nothing matters but being there until the last possible moment when you have to come up for air. It’s a feeling that wipes away the past and the future and all there is the present and you and that person. It’s not something that only exists in fairytales. I’m not talking about a happy ending. I’m talking about a moment. That moment where you know that however temporary or long lasting it is that person is the one. Maybe they aren’t your soul mate, but oh man in that moment it feels like they possible could be. That feeling may come once with each person or once in a lifetime. But all I want is to feel it once. You could have that kiss a thousand times with the same person or just once with a complete stranger. It doesn’t matter. But it’s a feeling everyone should feel once. I don’t want to find my soul mate, though I certainly wouldn’t complain if I did, I want to find someone who can take me to that one moment that will make me forget everything else and make it okay to just be, even if it’s just for a split second. Even if it never happens again. I could die happy knowing I know what that even just for that one second I knew what it felt like.
If this doesn't make sense... it's not suppose to. Love, life, and happiness never make sense, they aren't suppose to... That's why they can have you at the highest highs and the lowest lows going 0 to 60 through a mountain range alone or with the best you've ever had right at your side. |
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[Sep. 28th, 2009|09:08 am] |
This is my fall/winter fashion want list so far (from Urban Outfitters only as of yet). Pretty much just for personal reference.
( Read more... ) |
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| Brand New Eyes is kinda amazing. Thank god they didn't make another Riot!. |
[Sep. 22nd, 2009|07:29 am] |
Think of me when you're out, when you're out there, I'll beg you nice from my knees. When the world treats you way too fairly. It's a shame I'm a dream. All I wanted was you. All I wanted was you. I think I'll pace my apartment a few times, and fall asleep on the couch. And wake up early to black and white re-runs, that escaped from my mouth. Oh-Oh. All I wanted was you. All I wanted was you. All I wanted was you. All I wanted was you. I could follow you to the beginning and just relive the start. And maybe then we'll remember to slow down, to all of our favorite parts. All I wanted was you. All I wanted was you. All I wanted was you. All I wanted was you. All I wanted was you.
It's not very often a band actually restores my faith in them (the only other instance was I fucking hated Infinity on High and I love Folie a Deux, talking about Fall Out Boy obviously). But Paramore has done a really, really good job of that with their new record, which leaked, and is pretty amazing. And it's been perfect for the mood I've been in the last two days since I acquired it. If you're a fan of old Paramore stuff I highly, highly recommend you go pick it up when it comes out or otherwise acquire it.
When I'm not sleeping all the time and I'm actually awake during day time hours besides school I'll make a decent update, I swear. I honestly don't feel like spilling my guts about stuff right now because I think it would be quite repetitive to everything else I've been writing lately anyways. |
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[Sep. 17th, 2009|01:06 am] |
Why hello there. Here's a minor recap of the week, before I make an actual update sometime this weekend when I feel better:
-I got diagnosed with Vertigo and prescribed something that'll hopefully cure it.
-My art history class is amazing.
-I'm scared, really scared. I've never been this unsure about something in my life. It's still too much of a grey area.
-I want extensions because my hair looks disgusting this length.
-District 9 was really damn good.
-I am in desperate need of more friends in Chicago. |
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[Sep. 14th, 2009|11:00 pm] |
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I just realized that somewhere along the way I grew up. |
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| I've decided I'm going to make FUN nonfriended updates randomly |
[Sep. 2nd, 2009|09:24 pm] |
I am super excited about this Jiffy Pop. I know most people have never had Jiffy Pop (to my knowledge at least, or maybe my friends just suck). But it's fucking AMAZING. I love it. I would marry it but I'm pretty sure that's not legal. I've wanted some for YEARS and Dominic's fucking SELLS IT. Suck it Florida, Chicago has Jiffy Pop.
In other news I've been catching up on all of the TV shows! I finished NCIS: Season 6 because the new season starts the 22nd of September and I am SO FUCKING STOKED. Like ridiculously stoked, it has to be one of my favourite shows. (This is all thanks to me signing up for NetFlix by the way) unfortunately two of the other shows I want to watch aren't available for instant online watching so I have to do them via DVD. I've already finished Episodes 1-3 (disk 1) of Mad Men: Season 1 and I also have Season 2 and Season 1 of True Blood in que so that will probably take me ages to get through but eh, I'll live, something to look forward to and what not, and anyways once I'm in school watching more than 3 hours of tv every few nights probably won't be possible. I'm currently trying to finish Seasons 1 & 2 of Leverage before the weekend... I'm on Episode 3 of Season 1 soooo doesn't look like I'll be finished by then but I'll definitely be finished Sunday (I obviously have an exciting life... this is what happens when your fake gets taken and you have a really wonky sleep schedule).
If anyone wants to suggest other TV shows I should watch be my guest! (I'm thinking maybe Dexter?) |
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| the tattoo holds they key |
[May. 23rd, 2009|05:22 pm] |
Comment to be added, this journal is, as of now, friends only with a capital F. |
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[Jan. 16th, 2009|07:53 pm] |
THER WILL BE AN ELOQUENT ENTRY HERE WHEN I DO NOT FEEL LIKE I MAY DIE FROM THE COLD/FROSTBITE/SHITTY HEATING SYSTEM IN MY APARTMENT.
thanks. bye. |
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[Jan. 2nd, 2009|10:18 am] |
Holy fuck I can't believe I found this list! Kinda funny I found it yesterday when I was cleaning, I could have sworn it was in one of my boxes where I keep tags and keep sakes and concert/movie tickets because I'm OCD and awesome. But wow. Just wow. Fuck I need a list for this year. Though it won't be nearly as awesome I'm sure. |
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[Dec. 31st, 2008|08:49 pm] |
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Fuck everyone. I hate New Year's. |
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