Boring Saturday

[eee1313]

I've been a good kid today. I've been cleaning my apartment for a good chunk of the day today. Vacuumed, swept, dusted, sorted CDs into alphabetical order to put away, and have done some dishes. I need to do more dishes so that my kitchen is clean(er). My kitchen has been awful as of late. But that's okay, because it's cleaner now. Yay! Oh, and I cleaned the bathroom a bit, too. Good deal! I still have to sort all of the stuff that needs to go down into storage, and then take out all the trash. There's a lot of trash. I'm amazed at how quickly junk mail can pile up and make an apartment look like a shithole.

So how long do my upstairs neighbors have to stomp around before it's legit for me to pound on the ceiling, Mr. Heckles-style? Because these people are DRIVING ME CRAZY. I'm pretty sure they babysit two children on Saturdays, but come on. Break the kids' ankles or something to MAKE THEM STOP STOMPING ON MY CEILING! Have some consideration, please.

J and I cancelled our date for tonight. I'm tired from cleaning all day, and I don't feel like making myself pretty. So I called him to see if he'd be OK with cancelling, and he's fine with it because he's been coughing, and he thinks he's coming down with something. Hooray! Now I don't feel bad about cancelling.

I have now come to the conclusion that my upstairs neighbors have Dance Dance Revolution in their apartment. Fuck them. Fuck them a lot. And fuck who created a home version of that, and fuck the companies and stores for selling it to people who live in apartment buildings. They should have a law that only people in private residences can buy them. This has been going on for at least 45 minutes now, and I have a pounding headache thanks to the THUMP THUMP THUMP of the music and the STOMP STOMP STOMP of their feet. I hate them so much right now, I can't even explain it to you.

I'm putting my new digital camera to good use. Here's the view out of my office window. Except it's actually not "my window," it's the entire wall next to which my desk is placed. Either way, nice view.


Here's a wider shot where you can see the Citibank building, and the Kennedy Expressway (if you know where to look).


Look, boats! There's the Riverbus, and one of the many architectural/tour boats that go up and down the river all day.


And here's my desk. I have little Devil Ducks of all different colors lined up on the CPU, and in the little bamboo shoots off to the right of my monitor I have a little monkey sitting up top. What's nice is that even when I'm not looking out the window, I see the reflection of the city in the window that's perpendicular to "my window." So I can always see outside, even if I'm not trying to look.


And finally, this is my cat. Because every dork with a digital camera needs to take a picture of her cat.


Okay, I just heard some people go down the stairs. The stomping seems to have slowed a bit. Perhaps they're getting tired of Dance Dance Revolution? One can only hope. NOOOOOOOO! They just started up again. OMG, I hate them. HATE THEM!!! The worst part is that they have it set up halfway between the living room and dining room. So if I'm in my dining room on the comptuer, I hear the stomping. If I'm in my living room watching TV, I hear the stomping. I'm seriously getting a headache from this. My windows are rattling. This is fucking ridiculous.

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Comments

[jrs1980.livejournal.com]

You have been a good girl. I've been a lazy girl. Playing Pogo since eleven AM.

I picked the wuss option, because that's the one I always go with. I've done the Mr. Heckles thing once. It was three am and they were playing rock music in the bedroom.

Your view is real purdy. You must be important.

[eee1313.livejournal.com]

You must be important.

Ha ha ha ha ha! That's funny. No, I'm not important at all, I was just lucky enough to get the best seat in the house. My company is nice and built our office with all the private offices on the inside ring, and all the peons' desks on the outside by the windows. People walk past my desk and stop to look out the window, and lots of times people I don't even know will ask me how I got so lucky as to have the good spot. I really couldn't tell you. It's pretty sweet.

[zarfmouse.livejournal.com]

Nice. Workstation. *swoon*

[deeablo.livejournal.com]

I have little Devil Ducks of all different colors lined up on the CPU

I recognize those!

[eee1313.livejournal.com]

Yes, you do. :D

[fishdoctorpost.livejournal.com]

Sandy got one of those Dance Dance things but she bought some sort of pad that went under it that was supposed to diminish how much the sound carried through to the floor below. Maybe you could ask them to buy one of those pads? Normally I would say 7:15pm is too early to complain on a weekend night but if it is literally giving you a headache that's different. Maybe they could at least turn the music down a little. Yech.

[fishdoctorpost.livejournal.com]

And that's a great picture of the kitty cat. :)

[(Anonymous)]

I could bring my DDR over for MDN and we could perpertuate the cycle of evil on your downstairs neighbors, if any. Maybe if they do it enough, they'll get lighter and the noise will lessen in a year or so. Just something to look forward to. --Greg

[eee1313.livejournal.com]

Heh. Unfortunately there's no one below me but storage and the boiler room. I guess if Freddy Kruger is down there, we could always annoy the piss out of him.

[fava-bean.livejournal.com]

Hey! Where's the pic of my kitty? hmmm?

[stingmeyer.livejournal.com]

Because every dork with a digital camera needs to take a picture of her cat.

Ok.



O~

[bettee-felon.livejournal.com]

Speaking of banging on the ceiling... Your story reminds me of when I used to live on Clark St. and the people above me had a really loud, squeaky bed, upon which they would have "emotional sex" at like 7 p.m. all the time. You know what I'm talking about. ALL the FREAKIN' TIME. It was so terrible we made up a dance called "the emotional sex dance." And remember the time I couldn't take it anymore and I banged on the ceiling with my fist, and the guy came down and pounded on my apartment door while we hid in my room, until finally his girlfriend or whoever came and got him and made him go back upstairs? Hee hee hee!! Yeah... They deserved it. I was sick of having to hear their obnoxious sex all the time. And DDR has got to be just as bad. I say, bang on the ceiling!

[eee1313.livejournal.com]

You have no idea how many people I've told that story to. That, and "the Whole Arm." Eeeeeeeeee!

[bettee-felon.livejournal.com]

Even weirder than finding the whole arm (on actual bicyle handlebars) was going back with (I believe) Mike Konczal to buy the whole arm as a joke gift... And finding that it was gone. Eeek! Hopefully someone else thought it was hysterical. Or else... Well, let's just hope that it was a gag gift and leave it at that. Hee hee!