Baby Please, baby please, baaaaaaby please
This morning I was woken up by vacuuming. Ok, cleaning is great! Cleaning at 9am on a day I want to sleep in? Not so great. I can not control the people that live above me, but Marc has already gone to them once asking them nicely to be conscience that there is someone living below them. It sounds like they are walking around with cement feet! After the vacuuming, they decided to turn on some r&b nastiness. "Baby please, baby please, baby please..." I could hear the lyrics! I have often yelled out loud that they are being too loud, and I wonder if they can hear me. I doubt when I yelled "Your music is too loud" this morning that they could hear me, I doubt they could hear each other (and I could hear them yelling over the music as well). Are the walls really that thin? I can't hear the people downstairs on either side of (that I know of). I am always so glad when they leave the apartment because I don't hear them stomping around.
I saw the girlfriend/wife/woman thing that lives upstairs with the guy. I had received a piece of her mail. I really hope I don't start to dislike her because her name is one that I have wanted to name my daughter (I am not having a child, it's just the name I have had picked out for one).
Other than that, the apartment is great!
I was watching America's Next Top Model, which is a guilty pleasure kinda show for me, but Marc is playing Gears of War right now, which I suspect he will do until right before he has to leave. I want to go out to the grocery store to see if I can find this "Cherry Blossom" flavored Lipton Tea water packet thingies (you know, the ones you add to you water to make it tasty).