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paper handed in, vacation starts--- well as of 3PM yesterday. party was had. apartment is spotless, I had pizza for breakfast ( or. well at 3 in the afternoon. ) ( I talked to it while it was in the oven ) and now? now we zzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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ahhh shit. it's not really good to have your upstairs neighbors pissed off at you before they're really even moved in, is it?

>_< crapola. I was watching smallville and there was a lot of noise, and I didn't hear my doorbell ( which isn't so much a bell as a--- sort of rumbling buzz. ) and the after it had been buzzing for a while, I finally heard it, and I said, you know, 'hello' over the intercom thingie, and the person on the other end said, 'OPEN THE DOOR FOR FUCK'S SAKE' and I was like, '...' and did.

people have been running back and forth on the stairs, they're moving into the apartment above mine. anyway, after I'd opened the door I waited for them to come up the stairs, and the first guy I saw, I was like, 'maybe next time you could use the right button?' and he said, 'that wasn't me', and I said, 'well whatever, please use the right button the next time, I don't appreciate getting cussed at.' and he told me that it was his friend, and that he'd thought his girlfriend was answering. which, my name is right there on the button. in fact, my button is the only one you can really read the name on. and also, how hard is it to find the right button if you're looking for the top one? anyway, I was like, 'next time, use the right button, and he's like, 'okay. and by the way I'm the new upstairs neighbor,' and I kind of said, 'yeah I got that'' and then I kind of slammed the door shut.

eeeep. that was so rude. *facepalm* I'm gonna have to apologize to him the next time I see him, and man, I hate that. there's nothing worse than that. but seriously. I got so pissed off! meh. now I'm all paranoid, hoping I won't run into him. or them. well. I never actually saw the guy who'd done it. ngggggh crap.

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so I was napping-ish, when I heard this loud noise ( the people upstairs apparently are ripping out the old kitchen. >_< ) and the sound of like. something, in the kitchen, so I went out there to investigate, and saw that some spackle and plaster and paint had fallen from the ceiling down on my kitchen counter, but I couldn't quite see from where. I shrugged and went back to bed. and then later I heard the same sound, and when I went into the kitchen I saw that two of the pipes that go up through the ceiling had come down like, half an inch.

so, I went upstairs and knocked on the door, and the girlfriend from before opened, and she got the guy who is *actually* my upstairs neighbor, and also, I read from the name on his mail slot, son of the people who own the building. ( and who knows my mom. eeep. ) anyway, I explained and he came down with me to look at it, and while I showed it to him, one of the pipes moved down a little further. he said he'd try and see what he could do, and said something about coming to fix it up, but then I haven't heard from him since, and that's like. an hour ago. huh.

anyway, he apologized for earlier ( and I apologized for being short with the other guy, and explained that well, I've barely the past three days ) and he said that apparently their doorbell connects to mine?? I'm not quite sure I believe that, but whatever. he apologized, which is a lot more than his annoying friend. ... his annoying friend who was kind of hot, actually. damnit.

anyway. *snores*