Even though it's Friday morning now, trouble started yesterday morning. If I were religious, I'd say "the devil" had it in for me...
...but I'm not, and I blame everything, good and bad, on Fate.
Maybe I should start a new religion... Fateism.
Anyway, it started when the loud, uncouthe, assinine, low-intellect, former crackhead (this is a confirmed fact, trust me) started playing music around 9:30 am. The stereo is in a room down a small hall from me. My door was closed. I heard it clearly. My brother's room is directly overhead. He and his girlfriend were trying to sleep. Unable to do so, he decided to work on a song on the music generator (playstation2, but he boy needs real equipment one day, he's got talent, and no, I'm not biased. If he didn't, I'dve burned the game a long time ago). His tv has a very small speaker and is mono. I didn't hear it. I did hear the neighbor tune their music up. More than a little annoyed, David stomped on the floor. Next thimg I know, someone is bamming on the door and swearing up a blue streak. This insane woman claims part of the celing fell off (lie. I've dropped 10lb weights on the floor and it never fell off, or else she'd have said something sooner. That or she's stupid.) She also said her baby was in the room and if it had been hurt she'd be calling the police (so she's admitting to having an infant in the same room as a blasting stereo. Someone call Children's Social Services). My sister tried to go out and rationally talk to the woman to find out exactly what happened. Didn't work out, the woman is still swearing and making no sense whatsoever. Then wants to have the nerve to 1: blame it on Bri, who's room is on the opposite side, and 2: say we could have just come down there and said something.
History lesson, the first night this family moved in, they played music around 10 pm on through 11-12. Mom went down there and knocked, but nobody answered the door.
So the woman is just going on and on and screaming at Bri and she finally loses it. I swear for a minute I thought Bri would hit the woman. To quote Chris Rock, "I'm not saying that's right, but I can understand."
Mom called and I explaiend to her what was going on. She tried to talk ot Bri, but Bri was far past listening to anyone (by this time the woman had retreated to her porch and would not come out like she had before). So mom, who was at school, flew home. By the time she got back, everyone had more or less calmed down (the neighbors started playing the music again, though). Mom, however, was still upset and that in turn re-riled everyone else up (save me, I was the calmest one there, for once). The situation was explained, she called the management company. I don't know what will be done, but we're going to either force the company to relocate us or else file suit, as because of the tenents they've allowed to let come in, we've all suffered some extensive emotional problems, and it's interfering with our ability to go to school/work.
Okay, that was Thursday morning. This morning I'm awaken around 6ish by my sister, who hands me a letter from mo asking that I go to school and explain to her prof why she can't go to class today (so hopefully he won't drop her). Apparently she tried to take a bottle of pills (she said my picture stopped her. It has a mean expression on it, and she knew I'd be pissed). So I go in and talk to her. She's bi-polar (where do you think i got it from) and is apparently going through a crisis situation. I'll finish this when I get back.
