Bitch!

Here's a story:

Anybody who follows me on Facebook is ultra-aware of the fiasco that is Our Upstairs Neighbors. We hear every move they make. We hear every raunchy sexscapade (I give the guy credit, he can last a LONG time, but now that you're officially grossed out....) and, most recently, we can even hear early morning puke sessions. Hurrah!

I've been fed up for awhile, but a few weeks ago I decided to start fighting back - it simply would be out of character for me to not be a fiesty bitch. So I began throwing objects at the ceiling whenever they were making ridiculous amounts of noise with the hopes that they would just get the point.

I think I had only done it a few times prior to tonight.

But yes, tonight. Tonight put a solid kabosh to my new sport.

As usual, we were innocently watching TV and they were being annoying. I gave Tom the "I'm so fucking over this" look several times before I decided it was time to strike back (hey, at least I gave them a chance to clean up their act!) I took Aiden's bottle and threw it at the ceiling. They continued with their noise. I continued with my throwing. Finally I hear a foot pound in a steady pattern and I know it's a purposeful move. So I get even more pissed, crawl on top of the couch, hold the bottle to the ceiling and pound for quite a long time.

We then hear the door open upstairs. Tom says "Oh you're going to get it now..."
I wait at our door, gearing up for a smack down.
Dude finally knocks, I open the door, and he goes, "Are we being loud or something?"

HE WAS SO. NICE. ABOUT IT. He was so ridiculously nice and apologetic that I, in turn, tried to apologize for myself (though it didn't go very well because I was so taken aback by his niceness).

After I closed the door, I crawled into the couch, hugged my pillow, and whimpered about what a bitch I am.

Tom went back up and talked to them about how horrible I felt. They apparently thought it was kind of funny. So now, not only are they super nice about my ridiculousness, but they also can be cool enough to find humor in it. They then preceded to ask Tom if we wanted to join them in a game of cards.

Fuck them for making me look like a shitty human being. Yes, now I have an entirely different beef with them.

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Life in a Blurb

School is easy. Aiden is hysterical. Tom actually wants to get engaged (come onnnnnnn financial aid refund money!!!!) I might be planning a Boston trip for October.

WOAH. Back up!

Boston?

Yes, Boston. I left a piece of my heart there, so I have to go back and visit it every once in awhile. Oh, and there's a really awesome doctor there that specializes in my craziness (who woulda thunk?) and I'd like to catch up with him a bit. I might possibly even be talking to a group of people with my same sort of crazy and be telling that them that, while they'll never be completely de-crazied, a normal happy life IS possible afterall.
Me being inspiration (again, who woulda thunk??)


Watch out Beantown!