I am soooooooooooooooooooooo exhausted. First day of classes. It was a freakin’ zoo. I saw so many of my former students, including one from my first semester of teaching. It was kinda cool. My classes were interesting. So young and scared. I enjoy putting a little fear in them. It promises to be a good semester. I can’t write anymore, I need to sleep…that is…if Rotunda would roll over and die.

Well I have discovered the identity of Rotunda. It is a newly married couple consisting of a white man and a Hispanic woman with their little chihuahua….how apropos. Last night I managed to sleep at 11 but was awakened at 1 am and then 3 am and then I could not get back to sleep until 6:30 a.m. I am thinking of now dubbing them The Bitch and The Fucker. I wrote a long letter to the management, not that it will do any good. The one good thing that came out of my behemoth-induced insomnia was watching The Mexican. I wish I had seen it in the theatres. It is a GREAT movie. Never seen Brad Pitt like this. It is definitely one I need to own.

ROTUNDA MUST DIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is amazing how completely oblivious, rude, obnoxious, and ignorant some people can be. The bitch is going down, and not in the good way.

Well, at 9:30 this morning I was awakened by the familiar footsteps of Rotunda. She has returned. May God have mercy on my soul.

Cd Player fiasco. Static from the radio. Could be the antenna, could be the cd player. To be on the safe side I exchanged my player for another brand (one WITH a pause button, God I am so anal). Wednesday, I go back to the service shop AGAIN to check on the wire. What a bitch. Off I go!

I have found a whole new level of respect and awe for my mother. She is quite possibly the shrewdest and sharpest bargainer I have ever met. I had not planed on buying a car AT ALL, let alone any time soon; just some light browsing. After doing all my homework, I decided to call the local Kia dealer and ask them about the car and what they had available. To my surprise, they had ONE used Sportage…however it was 3 thousand more than the used one (the bad year one). I figured, what the hell. So my mom shows up with “the man” and we head on over. What started as simply a test drive and asking questions ended in buying the freakin car. So I am now an owner of a red (not crazy about the color) 200 Sportage with 6800 miles on it. The way my mothered handled herself, we managed to save about 5 thousand on the car. We got a 1200 discount from the credit union I went through because I am a student, we got 3000 for the trade in, we got some stuff thrown in there for free, and even managed to get some low payments and interest rate. All that stuff matters little in light of the miracles my mom worked. Being an ex-actress does have its benefits. Those salespeople thought they were dealing with three foreigners and ended up with three sharks The poor guy even had to call reinforcements. This is one of those times when my mom’s knack for tiring people and wearing them down came in handy. I thought I was going to do all the talking, but no go, she handled it all. So there you go. It’s taking a little getting used, but I like it a lot. This is it…no more cars for a looooooong time. Although, after the deal was through and we were driving home, we both looked at each other and were like, “What did we just do?” Seems kind of sily to get a new car when I plan on leaving in a couple of years anyway. Needless to say, she is looking forward to taking the car. The bad part to all this is I had to drop 200 bucks for a new car alarm because my mom wanted mine! Jeez. I am the one who lives in Compton.

Well, no sign of Rotunda yet. Been sooooooooooooooooooo nice without her rampaging all over the place. School starts next week and I have to finish my schedule and syllabus, build two websites, and get my shit together. My comps are in November, my show starts Sept. 23. ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TOO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!

But seriously….I’m fine he….he….hehehehehehehjkhlk;ha;dslgj;lkjb;lnpibmn’ pom

Well, there is nothing like rummaging through soil and plants to make you feel good. There is something so fulfilling and primal about planting and getting your hands dirty I thoroughly enjoyed it and will now sit back and enjoy the fruits of my labor. Well…wasn’t that just fucking deep?

Ok, saw the oddest thing on the way home from Home Depot. Saw what I thought were a guy and girl smoking a cigarette. Except it wasn’t a cig but pot. Out there in broad daylight. What in God’s name is going on with the world?
It has been so peaceful with Rotunda being gone. Not a peep. No noise. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..

I am wondering is Miss Thang upstairs is a hooker. Everytime I see her coming in or out, it is always on the arm of a different guy. I thought I was going to lose my mind over the last 24 hours. I was up until 2:30 again in what could only be called the Armageddon of Foot Stomping. She decided to start gardening and potting plants. I fell asleep from pure exhaustion….not ‘coz the noise stopped. THEN, I was awakened at 6:30 this morning by some more foot stomping and dropping of heavy shit. The noise has JUST stopped and it is only because I saw her and yet another guy walking out with suitcases. This could mean vacation….which is good news for me. I wish I was more vindictive and nasty enough to do something while she/they are gone. I swear, I am not above moving to another unit, but why should I have to???? In any case, maybe I can have a few days of rest. I think I’ll go plant shopping today.

They’re baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack……

Ok, hearing some noise, not sure if it is the Bovine Duo upstairs or thunder in the distance.

Well I am confused by the H3 situation. I was pushed to my limit this afternoon when the female of the species started dumping this dingy nasty water over the rail, therefore landing all over my plants (they may be dead but that is not the point) and all over my stoop. At first I thought she was watering her plants, but no….not with that water. So I called the management office and asked them what I needed to do to break my lease. Needless to say that sparked their interest and I let loose with the entire story to which the manager replied “That is ridiculous. We do not want you to leave.” In reference to them. She said she would look into it and call me back. Now….the problem is that if she tells them people have been complaining, they are going to know it was me. One of two things could happen, they will shut up, or they will double their obnoxious behavior..which WILL prompt me to get the hell out of Compton. But in the last six hours I have heard nary a sound from upstairs. I am not sure if that means they got the message or they just have not been home all day. This could be a good thing, it may have worked. I am not worried. If it continues or gets worse, I am outta here. I am not going to deal with this come fall when I have an 8 a.m. class to teach. Hell no.