Friday, August 31, 2001
Thursday, August 30, 2001
When I first moved into this apartment, sophomore year, I actually became physically ill from lack of sleep. This is maybe the 3rd or 4th person who's lived down there AND THEY'VE ALL BEEN LOUD. I don't care if I sound like a crotchety old man. I need my sleep! I have class in the morning! (Yuk.)
I think my favorite downstairs neighbors were the couple who was always fighting. One time I thought someone was banging on the ceiling to get my attention because they were locked in the bathroom or something. Because there was quite a lot of screaming, too. Apparently, these people just banged on the ceilings when they fought, or something.
Next came the guitar player. Can't *really* complain, b/c I know that in order to perfect your tone, you have to practice with distortion and amplification. But every time I tried to take my mid-afternoon nap...at least it wasn't in the middle of the night.
Also *wonderful* (sarcastic) was the one who would bang on the ceiling when I would bang on the floor as a way of saying "shut up". (In my defense, there's no way for me to go downstairs and knock on their door, because their door isn't on the inside of the building; it is only accessible through the courtyard and I don't think my key opens the door to the courtyard. Besides I would have to get dressed, exit the building, walk all the way around, etc...)
Also in my defense, it does say on the lease to be quiet after 10:30.
I got tired of stamping on the floor; now I keep a tap shoe next to my bed, which I just kind of hammer away with. It harkens back to the days when I would put on my tap shoes and practice in the kitchen of my dorm room when our downstairs neighbor got obnoxiously loud. And, yes, his music was OBNOXIOUSLY loud. I can say this with complete confidence, because he made the concrete floors & walls shake. Ya gotta be pretty loud to make concrete shake.
Tuesday, August 28, 2001
Seriously, he was so specific and committed and natural, it was amazing.
There was this song about Sundays at diners, that was an amazing parody of Sunday in the Park with George. I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. It was brilliant.
I was expecting to see a lot of aging Rent-heads (like myself) in the audience. Instead the tiny little theater was filled with old people. It was a little disappointing.
Monday, August 27, 2001
Never thought I'd miss New Orleans. I guess it goes to show that Home is whatever the h*ll you're used to.
Sometimes I think it totally blows that I live in a majorly overpriced apartment, and yet I have to do things like buy and install a new toilet seat myself. I could've called my landlord and asked for one...but Geez, when the ceiling was falling down it took them months and months to come and fix it.
Oh yeah, and when they finally did, they dripped plaster and white paint all over EVERYTHING. It should take me about 3 or 4 hours to scrape it all off of the bathtub...oh yeah, and there's some on my favorite turtleneck sweater, too. (Which wasn't even in the bathroom.)
Isn't that a nice thing to come home to?
I would still be scraping and otherwise cleaning, but my back hurts. Here's a tip: if you're trying to unscrew a big ol' plastic bolt and it just keeps on turning and turning but you're not making any progress, try looking for the nut on the other side and holding it in place with pliers or something; don't just try to pry the mofo off with a hammer. And try to be observant enough to notice that there IS a nut w/out having to do an internet search for "toilet seat replacement".
On the upside, the toilet sure does look spiffy.
Saturday, August 25, 2001
Friday, August 17, 2001
Thursday, August 16, 2001
I'm slowly working my way through the stuff I read or was supposed to read or should have been required to read but wasn't, in high school. I hated it then but I'm devouring it now. The "required reading" table at Barnes & Noble totally rocks.
Now I just have to refresh my French and learn Italian. (Because, you know, I could end up living in Italy someday. God Bless the Navy.)
I hate school. But I love learning. Yeah, I'm one of THOSE.
Of course he told me the crazy surprise twist a long time ago - to be fair, at the time I had no desire to see it (all he talked about was how bloody it is).
I'm sure that the movie would've been a lot cooler if I'd been surprised. BUT. Knowing the twist, I did notice a lot more.
The other cool thing was that Brian warned me when the especially bloody parts were coming up so I could look away. I am Jack's sense of squeamishness.
I love that freakin' movie.
My favorite part is when Brad Pitt (I mean, Tyler Durden) falls off the bike. Hehehe.
My other favorite part was listening to Brad Pitt rant and rave about "you are not what you own" just a couple of hours after I read about the mansion he and Jennifer Aniston bought. Ah, Hollywood.
PS, "Who leaves a country packed with ponies to come to a non-pony country?" (I'm watching Seinfeld.)
TIP OF THE WEEK
Regular facials before your wedding are a good idea, but avoid them for ten days prior to the big event in case you have a bad reaction.
I always thought that a facial was something you either made an appointment for and received, or not. I didn't know they were something you have to *avoid*.
[Bride walks in with big red splotches on her face.]
BRIDESMAID: Honey! What happened?
BRIDE: I had a bad reaction to a facial.
BRIDESMAID: You're not supposed to have a facial right before your wedding!
BRIDE: I know! I tried to avoid them, but there were just too many. One of them knocked me down and had its way with me in an alley off of Main Street.
Wednesday, August 15, 2001
Practically every day, it just starts raining out of nowhere and everything floods to a certain extent. It doesn't even start drizzling and slowly start raining harder. It just starts pouring out of nowhere.
And the thing I've noticed about all of the roads I've seen so far down here, is they don't have any kind of drainage system like we tend to have up north...you know, storm drains on the side of the road, that drain away underground? And where I'm from, roads are higher in the middle and lower on the edges, so that the water drains away (to the storm drains). Down here the roads are flat.
People keep on saying that the streets flood because we're 20 feet below sea level. Well I say, the streets flood because nobody ever did anything to make it so they don't.
Yesterday when it started flooding, I saw I guy get into his car to move it to higher ground. The funny thing is, that in this apartment complex, the highest ground is next to the levee, and that's where he went.
Yeah, that's a really great place to put your car when it floods. Next to the levee.
Wednesday, August 8, 2001
Today when I signed on, I got one of those messages that you get from MSN Messenger when someone adds you to their contact list, which gives you the option of blocking them from seeing when you're online. I always feel kind of bad blocking people, although I pretty much always do when I have no idea who they are.
Then I got a notification that this person had sent me some email. So I thought, hey, cool, maybe there'll be some kind of note telling me who they are, how they found out about me (most likely through this diary), and maybe they'll be a cool person and I'll unblock them.
Turns out, I was immediatly glad that I had blocked them, and I just became more and more thrilled as the minutes passed. This person (in my estimate, about 13 years old) had sent me four...count 'em, FOUR chain e-mails (oh, and not a single personal note explaining why on earth I, someone who has never even seen her name, was receiving them from her). I promptly blocked her email address so as to not receive any more.
The thing is, they were STUPID ones, like, "if you send this to 6 people, the taco bell dog will run down your street, if you send it to 8, then ronald mcdonald will beat him up." anyone who believes that that would, or COULD happen AT ALL, let alone because of an email, is, I'm sorry, stupid.
The others were about friendship. FRIENDSHIP. I've never HEARD of this person before in my life. The kicker for me was the second one, which consisted of an unspeakably stupid "poem", if you can call it that, about friendship, and then this:
*SEND THIS TO ALL YOUR
FRIENDS AND BACK TO THE
PERSON WHO SENT IT TO YOU...
IF YOU GET IT BACK...THAT
PERSON IS YOUR TRUE FRIEND!!*
PASS THIS ON AND YOU WILL
RECEIVE ONE BIG KISS FROM YOUR CRUSH!!!
SEND IT TO THIS MANY AND GET:
0)NEVER GET KISSED AGAIN
1)GET A PECK ON THE FORE HEAD
2)GET A PECK ON THE CHEEK
3)GET A PECK ON THE LIPS
4)GET A KISS
5)GET A LITTLE TONGUE
6)GET A LOT OF TONGUE
7)GET SOME TONGUE WITH A HUG
Not only is this stupid (how is *a hug* suddenly THE ULTIMATE, beyond tongue????), but obviously whoever sent me this hasn't even read my whole diary, and if they have, they don't understand the concept of "fiance", or "getting married" or "I'm twenty years old".
I don't know whether I should be laughing or puking.
Thursday, August 2, 2001
Where I'm from, if you want to gamble, you go to Atlantic City or you go to Foxwoods which is on an Indian reservation in Connecticut, or you get on a boat (b/c you can gamble 1 mile off the coast). Down here, they have things like "Bob's Truck Stop and Casino". No kidding. This landmark bakery that went out of business was considering installing video poker machines to attract more business. Seriously. It makes me wonder why people even bother to drive to Biloxi to go to the big casinos. I guess to see Lord of the Dance, which has been playing at Beau Rivage all summer and the commercials just won't go away.