*facepalm*
Oh, this has been a crappy, crappy week, topped off by last night. It hasn't been too bad for me, all things considered. The worst thing was that my computer got attacked by some malware, my tablet has died (oh faithful little thing: you've been with me since freshman year, and you were very dear to me), and I won't be able to go home for Thanksgiving because of school. However, for everybody else, life sucks worse. Kimmie's car broke down, Eric got in a car crash, Matt's hours got cut, Lyn and Garrett got in a huge bitchfit that resulted in him leaving the D&D group, Sean's apartment flooded, and the cops showed up at the house last night.
Downstairs neighbor was being a douche, short and simple. He filed a noise complaint when nobody was home, and when Ceysha showed up (admittedly drunk), there was a cop at the door. She just went in and slammed the door on him. Legally, he couldn't do anything, so he left. Then, she went downstairs and confronted downstairs douche, which ended in him slamming the door on her, so she threw a water bottle at his door.
In retaliation, he decided it would be an awesome idea to come into our apartment when they were asleep, and sling an orange tub of paint over our living room. It nailed my chair, splashed our electronics, and is in the process of staining our carpet. It looks like a Jackson Pollock piece. Way to be an adult, downstairs neighbor and/or his adult kids :D! We love you too.
In other news, I'm going to actually take up Kirsten on her counseling suggestion. I thought I've just been on an emo streak, but I've just felt bad lately. Despite the fact I've fairly recently aquired a fairly expansive and present group of friends, I just feel really, really lonely. I'm getting weepy. My self esteem has hit an all time low. I'm having retarded "single" angst. I think I just need to talk someone in a professional capacity to feel better.
Downstairs neighbor was being a douche, short and simple. He filed a noise complaint when nobody was home, and when Ceysha showed up (admittedly drunk), there was a cop at the door. She just went in and slammed the door on him. Legally, he couldn't do anything, so he left. Then, she went downstairs and confronted downstairs douche, which ended in him slamming the door on her, so she threw a water bottle at his door.
In retaliation, he decided it would be an awesome idea to come into our apartment when they were asleep, and sling an orange tub of paint over our living room. It nailed my chair, splashed our electronics, and is in the process of staining our carpet. It looks like a Jackson Pollock piece. Way to be an adult, downstairs neighbor and/or his adult kids :D! We love you too.
In other news, I'm going to actually take up Kirsten on her counseling suggestion. I thought I've just been on an emo streak, but I've just felt bad lately. Despite the fact I've fairly recently aquired a fairly expansive and present group of friends, I just feel really, really lonely. I'm getting weepy. My self esteem has hit an all time low. I'm having retarded "single" angst. I think I just need to talk someone in a professional capacity to feel better.