Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Neighbors

Normally, I don't have any issues with my neighbors.  In fact, I've never had any really terrible neighbors.  But I do have a bunch of pet peeves, and for some reason no matter where I live, there's always one neighbor who manages to do one of my pet peeves. So here is a list of things that make you a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad neighbor.

1. Music

Don't take this the wrong way.  I love music, but I don't like hearing YOUR music in my apartment.  When I can feel my door or floor vibrating, because you wanted to appreciate the bass or whatever it is you're doing, something is wrong.

Not just a little bit wrong, a lot a bit wrong. 

I appreciate you're love for your music.  But I don't appreciate you loving your music in my apartment.  And when I can hear your electronic/techno music over Say Yes to the Dress.  When that happens, my rage face starts to come out.

It begins with the "Are you kidding me??" face.  And not the laughing, are you kidding face.  

This is the serious "Are you kidding?" face

This is the prelude the "ROAR!!!" face.

 

2. Arguing

 

I'd like to help you if you have any problems, but that only counts if I know you.  Personally, I don't care about the fact that you're mad that your boyfriend missed your date to watch Toddlers and Tiaras.  Fact is he probably hates that show as much as I do.  Instead he'd rather be watching the South Park episode with Honey Boo Boo.

 

Because clearly, this is more entertaining than this

 

No offense to TLC or Toddlers and Tiaras, but it's not my thing.

 

I don't want to hear you screaming at him over the phone.  Why?? Because your personal life shouldn't enter the 4 walls that are my apartment unless I offer to fix them or let them enter.

 

All this leads to the progression of the rage face.

 

 3. Stomping

 

Really, I'm pretty sure you're not part of Stomp!  Odds are that your life is not this:

 

 

As cool as this is, I don't want to hear you literally stomping arou

 

nd your apartment.  Maybe you should wear some slippers!  Really.  You can get them at Target.

 

I'LL EVEN GIVE YOU MY SLIPPERS!!

 

Ladies, this includes you stumbling into your hard wood floored apartment at 3AM in your 6" heels.

 

First question, how do you walk in those??? Really?  I'd fall over and die!  So major cookies to you for being able to wear them, but please please please please!!!! take off your shoes before stumbling around your apartment for an hour at 3AM after you get back from the bar.

 

This type of thing leads to the sleepy rage face.

 

 

 

So far that's all I can think of.  I'm sure there are more annoying things I could think of, but these are the major ones.

What have I learned from all this?

Go to sleep with headphones! Then I can't hear you, and I can only hear what I want to hear.

How I Perceive Myself

I'm not going to lie, whenever I picture my self doing something, it's always 1000 times more epic in my mind than it is in real life.  It's kind of along the lines of the super powers idea, but it's not the same.  I picture my hobbies to be so much more exciting than they actually are.

For example, I started doing archery.  Every time I go to the range I feel like I'm like Russell Crowe in Robin Hood or Merida in Brave.  But I am neither a man nor Scottish.

This is how I envision my trips to the range. LOTS of epic.  Also, with accompanying epic music from Two Steps from Hell.

But not CGI and defineity not medieval.

This is more like what I do.

But I'm an adult, and my bow is not made of plastic.

Also, I started sewing.  It's nothing special.  I've made a couple skirts and a dress.  The dress sucked to put together.  Whoever writes those instructions need to write them for people who have never sewed before.  Just an FYI.  Anyways, while I'm putting these together, I'm picturing that my final product is going to be this super awesome costume or gown or in the future I'm going to make something like that.  

This is what I'm thinking of.

 

Amazing, elaborate costumes

or

a beautiful gown that I'd never be able to wear in real life, but I'd have it.

This is reality.

 

It's not this exact pattern, but I have a skirt pattern that's pretty much the same.

This is the predicament of my life.  However, even though I may never be able to be Robin Hood or Merida in this life, mayhaps the zombies will rise and I can put my archery skills to use.

But the costumes and gown ambition, that may possibly come to fruition.  After some classes and lots of frustration with pleats, bustles, easing, and much else, we'll see what happens.