Sounds like a really bad children’s story. Ok, where to begin first. Let’s start with the Nazi Roofers.

For the last two weeks I guess the apartment complex I live in has been redoing the roofs (which I see NO need for). They decided to do this without warning any of the tenants. See….this would not be a problem if the fuckers doing the roof….composed of ONLY FOUR Mexicans…did not take FOREVER. They have worked clear into the night (8:30) and very early in the morning (7:30). That is just ridiculous. Four days out of those two weeks I have been subjected to the banging noises directly above my head. It reminds me of living underneath Rotunda and the Bitch Boy. It is EXTREMELY inconvenient, not to mention annoying.

And now for the fun story. I borrowed Sara’s vaccum (an amazing machine) because mine works just as good as my going around the carpet sucking dirt through straw. The thing is POWERFUL. So powerful in fact that it dangerous. “Dangerous?” you ask. Oh yes. Dangerous. Picture it: I am using the wand with the extension piece to get into the cracks. I get too close to the skirt of my bed and it gets sucked into the wand and keeps going, I fight to get the sucker out and when I do, I pulled so hard that it rebounds and decides to go for my leg. It attached itself to my inner thigh and proceeded to suck the shit out of my skin. I know have a hickey on my inner thigh. I am an innocent victim of a runaway vacuum. I need therapy.

Well, Side Show has finally opened. It was an ehxausting four week rehearsals and the show are shaping up to be the same. The fun part is finding new bruises, cuts and scratches when I come home. The latest, which happened at today’s matinee, is a VERY sore nose as a result of being whacked in the face, accidentally, by a thick bamboo stick. I love it when actors don’t pay attention on stage, that is, my fellow actors. I really like this cast, more so than any cast I have ever worked with, even tho it is frustrating sometimes feeling like I have to watch myself and what I say in front of the “professionals.” But I tell you what, I have never experience a love and commonality as I have with these people. Just make me even more resolute in the fact that I want and need to get to NY.

The quietness from the morons upstairs ended about four days ago and I finally broke and called the cops AGAIN tonight. He was not pleased when he came by and basically told me not to call again because people will make noise when they walk. I tried to explain that it was more than walking, but he just did not get it. Of course, how ironic that when he leaves, the noise stops.

So the frog debacle returned, except this time in the form of a cricket who would NOT shut up. I tried everything to silence the bugger and I think I managed to after four attempts ot sparying insecticides and cloroxing the soil. I told you I take my silence seriously

And on a final note…comps….yeah…in three weeks…studied? Nope. I….am…scared.

Welll..I did not get the new apartment. I am not surprised. But I did write a nasty letter to the manager..so let’s see what happens. The party yesterday was amazing. I was up until 3:30 a.m. chatting it up with people. I didn’t enjoy getting felt up everyone now and then by drunk people, but the rest of the evening was great. I am exhausted and I need to seriously get down to some work.

I am soooooooooooooooooo boooooooooooooooooooooooooored. I seriously need to start studying for my comps, but I have no motivation yet. Ok, I really want to finish and get my PhD. This is something I need to do. I really want that apartment overlooking the lake. I must have that. Although I must say that fate has a funny way of working. Someone moved into the apartment above Rotunda’s. I checked out the lake-side apartment and it is exactly what I need. Everything looks new and updated. I only have two points of contact with others as opposed to four here. It is on the third floor. SUNLIGHT! And the lake and trees.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE let me get it! On a good note…party tomorrow YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am living in hell! First of all, I talked to the manager YET AGAIN about the noise situation and she basically told me she needed more proof. Which means they think I am making this shit up. She wanted me to call her when the noise happens so she can send someone to hear it for themselves. Well, last night I called the courtesy security to come listen to the noise and the minute the guy walked in my apartment he said “Oh yeah, I hear it.” He was shocked by the paint and pocorn chips that had fallen down and called back to have them fill out a report to send to the front office about it. So they can take the proof and choke on it. As if that wasn’t enough to worry about, with all the rain I have had leaks popping up all over the place from the roof and from under the carpet. I am living in the projects. I need to move. I called over to the office and they have two possible openings. One which is the building next door to mine and the apartment I could get into is on the third floor AND overlooks the lake AND gets sunlight. I may just go ahead and do that. I am going to have to rally my friends to help me move because I ain’t got the dough to do it myself. It may end up being worse, but at least I will be at the top floor and closer to nature and away from Rotunda. And who knows…maybe I can get THEM to pay for it. Oh the optimism.

Well, I had a swell time at my mom’s house. I did laundry, watched TV, read a little, thought about redecorating her house (I got bored and read a Home Living mag), and slept in peace and quiet for a LONG time. I was in heaven…..and now…I am back in hell….but soon…they WILL be gone. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!

School again tomm….yay! Actually, I am looking forward to it. I can;’ really stand one of my classes….they seem to think they know it all and I keep proving them wrong again and again.  My other class I love because they are directly in line with what the class, college, and life are. It’s amazing the difference in classes.

I have spent most of my evening counseling friends. It has been a busy evening.

On a good theatrical note. I am looking forward to Side Show. 

I just wish school was not in the way and I had my green card. Of course, I am having second thoughts about leaving school because I REALLY want a PhD and I REALLY want to work with some of the profs in that department. But I must keep telling myself that life is out there, and, most importantly, I have NOOOOOOOOOOO money!

There is something to be said for courtesy security….this being the third time I called them, and surpise, the noise stopped. So far I have been nice each time I have gone into the office to complain, now I become an asshole. My justification? When I went in there last week and told one of the reps that I had complained several times to the manager and she had told me she had responded first with a phone call and then a letter, the rep checked the file for that apartment and found…nothing. How odd. So I think she has been talking to the wrong apt. Not so….either she has not made any record of her attempts, or she has lied to me and made no contact with them, which would explain why the noise has not abated at all. Time to become a raging bitch.

Well, the water finally came on at like 4:30. Rotunda and the Bitch Boy have been at an all time stomping tournament high tonight…I swear they are running a bordello up there. They MUST be swingers coz I am always seeing a different guy with them. The overturned couch is still outside, I may just have to take a picture of it tomm. I am still running on this exhaustion binge and I have no idea why. I am not feeling sick at all, but I can;t stop sleeping. Hmmm…and let’s see…I guess that’s it….

Ok, so I am really surprised that I got 10 hours of sleep considering my environment. But I heard nothing. I even used by 22 decibel ear plugs just in case, but those things really hurt after a while. I actually woke up to my body’s natural clock, and not my cats, my alarm, or Rotunda and the Bitch Boy. Mayhaps this will keep up?

Has anyone noticed, for those of you who get cable and the info option, that for movie channels the info box also has little judgements in it? Like “complex movie,” “overrated film,” “underdeveloped cinematic failure.” What the hell is that all about?

If everything goes well with money, which it never does, I will be taking a trip to New Orleans for the MLA conference in December with Brent, Harmony, and Ana Maria in my Wee-V (as Sara calls it), and then off to Chicago in March for the 4C’s conference. I need to start saving money now…but hmmmm…where the hell am I gonna get that money?

On a completely different matter….the overturned couch is still sitting in my front yard….I feel like I am living in an Appalachian Hollow Community.

This week has been nothing short of exhausting. I generally like my students and they are very eager to learn. I have met most of the new TAs and they seem very nice and eager to be there. The senior TAs on our list are working up quite an argument storm. And I have decided that I can’t afford to move and that something evil and nasty needs to be done about Rotunda and her bitch boy. I even bought 30 decibel ear plugs….and they did not work. Needless to say, the management is violating their own policies. And do they care? Nooooooooooooooooooo.