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So my house is loud. Really loud. This is not only due to anarchy news radio we always have blaring, or the two TVs always on 24/7, or the fact that our plumbing system has alot of old kinks in it, so whenever someone turns a faucet on in the kitchen you hear a dull roar throughout the entire house. but my family..is just loud. We're animated people. We fart, we laugh....we fart some more. We yell at each other even when we're not angry because it's cheaper than buying an intercom. We stomp around (thin floors just make the most satisfying stomping noises). Once my family tried to observe a day of silence as a sociology expirament I was conducting in grade school. We didn't make it till noon before we all had to step out on the front lawn and scream at the top of our lungs for five minutes to release the tension.
But the other problem is, we all like to read. So what happens is one person will settle down for a nice novel while the rest of the house goes on with its stomping, farting and general gaiety. This will, in turn, piss the innocent reader off to no end (The Arding Temper knows no bounds).....and a riot ensues. One of the Ardings will yell at another one to" STFU!!!" and the third, not bearing to keep out of the noise making, will try to stop the fight by making even more noise. My proper catholitc-grandmother will start commenting and sighing, adding the melody to the cacophany.
So I've taken to reading outside. Which means Iv'e been smoking a lot. In fact I think my literacy is taking a toll on my lung capacity.
I think I may just go to starbucks after tomarrow. Air conditioning, cappucinos and funky chairs....oh my
But the other problem is, we all like to read. So what happens is one person will settle down for a nice novel while the rest of the house goes on with its stomping, farting and general gaiety. This will, in turn, piss the innocent reader off to no end (The Arding Temper knows no bounds).....and a riot ensues. One of the Ardings will yell at another one to" STFU!!!" and the third, not bearing to keep out of the noise making, will try to stop the fight by making even more noise. My proper catholitc-grandmother will start commenting and sighing, adding the melody to the cacophany.
So I've taken to reading outside. Which means Iv'e been smoking a lot. In fact I think my literacy is taking a toll on my lung capacity.
I think I may just go to starbucks after tomarrow. Air conditioning, cappucinos and funky chairs....oh my