I like being solo
So I'm definitely in a much better mood than I was 24 hours ago. The cats aren't in the apartment (although two freaking bags of dirty kitty litter are-where the hell did they come from? And why did Beth and Peter just leave literal shit in our freaking leaving room! They're not my cats!) so I can take Patrick out of my room and work on having it be a normal temperature again, and like...open the door and stuff.
But really, my current amusement comes from Muhammed, the guy who lives in the apartment directly above mine. So I was just going around, doing my laundry. There are only like...10 apartments in this building or something like that, so I can identify most of the people in it and a guy walks in that I hadn't seen before. But I figured, maybe someone had buzzed him in or who knows? Who cares? I had a bag full of laundry.
When I was coming up from the basement, laundry-free, Muhammed is coming back down the stairs. He was like "Hi! I'm Muhammed. What's your name?" I was like, "I'm Cynthia." "Do you live in A6? (I nod) I'm in A10 right above you." Well, we chatted a bit, and then he asked me who lived in the bigger, interior-to-the-building (where we were standing it was the far bedroom, it took us a while to sort out what we meant by near and far) bedroom. I was like, "That's my roommate, Beth." And he was like "Well, I didn't put that sign down there asking people to be quiet by midnight but do you think you could ask her to do that anyway? I have the bedroom right above that, and she's really loud sometimes."
I had to laugh. Beth and Peter occasionally make a noise that sounds like they're hammering something into a wall. I'm not sure if that's what they're doing, or if they're fixing something in there, or what, but it's really loud. And when we first moved in, I asked them to not do it that late at night and they blew me off. I figured it was hanging up a picture or something and it wouldn't happen again, but it does. At like...11 at night.
On top of that, last night, Beth was talking very loudly. I have no idea what she was saying-it sounded like maybe it was some political feminist treatise that she was explaining to Peter. Maybe Peter wasn't getting it because she was using her "I'm really annoyed at something and thus really loud to prove a point" voice that she takes when she's indignant.
Still, she's hardly ever here. I'm here all the time and someone complains about her. It seems rather ironic, doesn't it?
But really, my current amusement comes from Muhammed, the guy who lives in the apartment directly above mine. So I was just going around, doing my laundry. There are only like...10 apartments in this building or something like that, so I can identify most of the people in it and a guy walks in that I hadn't seen before. But I figured, maybe someone had buzzed him in or who knows? Who cares? I had a bag full of laundry.
When I was coming up from the basement, laundry-free, Muhammed is coming back down the stairs. He was like "Hi! I'm Muhammed. What's your name?" I was like, "I'm Cynthia." "Do you live in A6? (I nod) I'm in A10 right above you." Well, we chatted a bit, and then he asked me who lived in the bigger, interior-to-the-building (where we were standing it was the far bedroom, it took us a while to sort out what we meant by near and far) bedroom. I was like, "That's my roommate, Beth." And he was like "Well, I didn't put that sign down there asking people to be quiet by midnight but do you think you could ask her to do that anyway? I have the bedroom right above that, and she's really loud sometimes."
I had to laugh. Beth and Peter occasionally make a noise that sounds like they're hammering something into a wall. I'm not sure if that's what they're doing, or if they're fixing something in there, or what, but it's really loud. And when we first moved in, I asked them to not do it that late at night and they blew me off. I figured it was hanging up a picture or something and it wouldn't happen again, but it does. At like...11 at night.
On top of that, last night, Beth was talking very loudly. I have no idea what she was saying-it sounded like maybe it was some political feminist treatise that she was explaining to Peter. Maybe Peter wasn't getting it because she was using her "I'm really annoyed at something and thus really loud to prove a point" voice that she takes when she's indignant.
Still, she's hardly ever here. I'm here all the time and someone complains about her. It seems rather ironic, doesn't it?