Atlanta: Crazy City
And no, Crazy City is not like Party City. You cannot get a crazy bitch outfit at Party City, but you can find one in Atlanta. Somewhere.
Crazy shizam.
So today was the most eventful time I've ever had. I kind of want to never do anything ever again.
I woke up, moved all my shit out of my room. I got ultra mega pissed because celery water got everywhere. Fack! It was quite the adventure.
Afterwards, we left my dad's van in front of Woodruff, and went to a restaurant in my sister's car. We had Cedars, which has a kick ass buffet made of childhood and dreams. Delicious!
Then we moved my stuff into my new room. However. It took housing like an hour and half to find my key, and my parents really needed to leave so that ultra sucked. It wasn't that bad, though.
Afterwards, we had to haul it over to my sister's so we could load stuff from my sister's apartment into the van for my parents to take back to Orlando. This is where the best part happens:
So my sister has been living in this apartment for about 9 months. My sister's apartment is situated as what would be the attic of this house, with a staircase that leads to it on the right side of the house it's on top of. I hope that makes sense. If it doesn't, let me know and I'll draw a picture. So anyway, there's this crazy ass lady that lives next to this house on the side where the staircase is. This crazy ass lady takes pictures of all the people that go into my sister's apartment. As we were moving things out of my sister's apartment, this CAL was taking pictures of my family and myself. After asking her to stop, she wouldn't, so my sister's landlord(who lives in the actual house this apartment is on) called the police, because my parents were getting angry and shit. Then, this ended with an argument between the landlord and this CAL, and that was that. The end of the story is that this lady is fucking insane, and doesn't deserve to live in a perfectly nice house. She should move to...Atlantis.
My favorite quotes from the CAL.
Mama Hankins: Can you not take a picture of me?
CAL: Why not?
Mama Hankins:...ah...I don't like my picture being taken.
CAL: Why not?
Mama Hankins:...I don't know...I just don't like it.
CAL: Oh...well...Are you legal??
Mama Hankins: EXCUSE ME?! I'm a citizen of the United States. *walks away*
CAL: ...I just wanted to know if you're legal.
Note: My sister had a going away party on Friday, and it ended at 11:30 p.m. There was mild drinking, but everyone was able to drive home. ONLY ONE PARTY.
CAL to police officer: She's been having parties all weeked...with booze...and cocaine.
Mama Hankins: EXCUSE ME, my dear, my daughter doesn't take drugs, and you shouldn't be making accusations like that. (I wanted my mom to end that statement with: "You Bitch.")
Me to my sister in her apartment: God, you have some crazy fucking parties!
Sister Hankins: Yeah, I think this is hilarious because that lady is making me seem WAY cooler than I really am...
Me: Well, stop buying cocaine, that's not cool.
I've learned that some people are fucking crazy. I just feel bad, because even though my sister is moving out, her landlord (the nicest person on the face of the earth) had to live with her for like forever. Pray for this lady, my friends. This probably isn't over.
Kim, let's throw meat in her yard.
Crazy shizam.
So today was the most eventful time I've ever had. I kind of want to never do anything ever again.
I woke up, moved all my shit out of my room. I got ultra mega pissed because celery water got everywhere. Fack! It was quite the adventure.
Afterwards, we left my dad's van in front of Woodruff, and went to a restaurant in my sister's car. We had Cedars, which has a kick ass buffet made of childhood and dreams. Delicious!
Then we moved my stuff into my new room. However. It took housing like an hour and half to find my key, and my parents really needed to leave so that ultra sucked. It wasn't that bad, though.
Afterwards, we had to haul it over to my sister's so we could load stuff from my sister's apartment into the van for my parents to take back to Orlando. This is where the best part happens:
So my sister has been living in this apartment for about 9 months. My sister's apartment is situated as what would be the attic of this house, with a staircase that leads to it on the right side of the house it's on top of. I hope that makes sense. If it doesn't, let me know and I'll draw a picture. So anyway, there's this crazy ass lady that lives next to this house on the side where the staircase is. This crazy ass lady takes pictures of all the people that go into my sister's apartment. As we were moving things out of my sister's apartment, this CAL was taking pictures of my family and myself. After asking her to stop, she wouldn't, so my sister's landlord(who lives in the actual house this apartment is on) called the police, because my parents were getting angry and shit. Then, this ended with an argument between the landlord and this CAL, and that was that. The end of the story is that this lady is fucking insane, and doesn't deserve to live in a perfectly nice house. She should move to...Atlantis.
My favorite quotes from the CAL.
Mama Hankins: Can you not take a picture of me?
CAL: Why not?
Mama Hankins:...ah...I don't like my picture being taken.
CAL: Why not?
Mama Hankins:...I don't know...I just don't like it.
CAL: Oh...well...Are you legal??
Mama Hankins: EXCUSE ME?! I'm a citizen of the United States. *walks away*
CAL: ...I just wanted to know if you're legal.
Note: My sister had a going away party on Friday, and it ended at 11:30 p.m. There was mild drinking, but everyone was able to drive home. ONLY ONE PARTY.
CAL to police officer: She's been having parties all weeked...with booze...and cocaine.
Mama Hankins: EXCUSE ME, my dear, my daughter doesn't take drugs, and you shouldn't be making accusations like that. (I wanted my mom to end that statement with: "You Bitch.")
Me to my sister in her apartment: God, you have some crazy fucking parties!
Sister Hankins: Yeah, I think this is hilarious because that lady is making me seem WAY cooler than I really am...
Me: Well, stop buying cocaine, that's not cool.
I've learned that some people are fucking crazy. I just feel bad, because even though my sister is moving out, her landlord (the nicest person on the face of the earth) had to live with her for like forever. Pray for this lady, my friends. This probably isn't over.
Kim, let's throw meat in her yard.