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Neighborgirls have their TV on so loud I can hear every single word of whatever shitty sitcom they're watching. Except that I can't hear every word because every single one of the loud, obnoxious, females on the floor has currently decided to take up lodging nextdoor and SCREECH for no readily apparent reason, as well as laugh ridiculously loudly in obscene octaves. It's television. It's never that good.

Seriously though, maybe I should post a warning. For the next few weeks I am not a girl to be fucked with. I will kill if I have to.



Apr. 27th, 2005 09:45 pm (UTC)
Of course you have come over on more than one occasion. Good job! That's why I wrote,

"You seem to have finally grasped this concept..."

So there you go. Three times, by my count. Mind you, that was only after a semester and a half of you whining about it to your friends. Took awhile for that to set in.

You've had several "moments" as well. You've got a set of pipes on you too, when you're screaming down the hallway at whoever. Again, unsuccessful moments for you to sleep, didn't know - didn't care. Also, omg what the "h" foul mouthed people! Welcome to college, sweet-cakes. I can't control my friends and/or what they do. I've asked them to be quiet several times, and don't act like your movie nights in the lounge don't get ridiculously loud with people screaming. I'm not going to thank you for all of your kind patience, because I don't believe you had any.

Don't get me started on the bathroom. I don't leave dishes in there, and I've asked our FRIENDS to stop doing it because I don't like coming in there and seeing either. Don't talk about the kitchenette because it's disgusting half the time, as is the lounge for all the chinese food and whatever the hell else all ya'll leave in there. So, brief mention of the bathroom... How long have those shoes been in there? Where did the soap, hand towel, and shower stand come from? Didn't think so.

Also, I believe you may have mild schizophrenia because I have never walked past the lounge and made a "rude ass comment". You might want to get that checked, hon, because hearing voices isn't a good thing. I occasionally tease Gregory about his obsession over the OC but that's because he's my friend and it's The OC. However, since you're so convinced that I obviously make snide remarks, as I'm sure you'll give me ample opportunity to do, why don't you pull me aside and be the bitch you obviously are?

I doubt that you have been more tolerant, because I don't think that's something we can gauge. I don't bitch and moan about you, except maybe to Faith and in my personal journal on rare occasion. I understand that you and your girls have taken to reading it, and I don't give a shit. I'm not going to censor myself because honestly, you aren't worth it.

Also, your movie watching doesn't piss me off. It was a singular moment caused by the combination of stress from finals, being interrupted when trying to get my work done, and my general dislike of you. Which is a distinction that needs to be made.

I don't have a problem with your group/our wing. Lindsay is incredibly nice. Crystal rocks. Wendy has really awesome taste in movies, and I've enjoyed the conversations I've had with her. Michelle is adorable and always smiling. Sarah is a sweetheart too. Granted, none of them are as vocally inclined as you are, but even Megan can be extremely loud and high pitched too, but because she is a total sweetheart, that redeems her. I have no qualms with our wing, and I don't really even know them nor do I pretend to. I have a problem with you, Kristina. (Assuming, of course, this is you, as you are too much of a pussy to take responsibility for your statements refusing to sign your name. If it isn't Kristina, I encourage whoever-you-are to step forward. I like to know the whereabouts of my enemies.) I have never liked you. From day one, when I said hello and you were the most frigid bitch I have ever met, you were done. I have been civil. So if you want to talk tolerance, there you have it and you'll get more of it if you simply stop going out of your way to find my rants. If you want war, you'll get it. I'm game.

"knack for grammar the the English language..."
Did you mean "and the", by chance? Also, it's called "parody." Are you familiar?
Pronunciation: 'par-&-dE
1: a literary or musical work in which the style of an author or work is closely imitated for comic effect or in ridicule
2: a feeble or ridiculous imitation

Took your sentence, changed a word. Parody.

Thank you. I know my icons are cute.

Also, there will be several other and better concerts. Your attempt to stir jealousy has effectively failed. Congrats.
Apr. 27th, 2005 10:25 pm (UTC)
"I have no qualms with our wing, and I don't really even know them nor do I pretend to. I have a problem with you, Kristina. "

But somehow you get off in thinking you know ME? Think again. You don't know the first thing about me...maybe you would have realized that I'm not the "frigid bitch" you think I am if you would have even so much as attempted to get to know me. I've never been rude to you, I've always said hi, and when you were excessively loud, I asked very nicely if you would quiet down. (And I don't take the time to write multiple journal entries about how much I dislike you.) But whatever.

Honestly, this is quite possibly the MOST pathetic display of Junior High dynamics I've ever seen...so with that said, I'm sorry I even brought it up. I'm willing to take the blame for that one. It's REALLY not worth my time or energy. Everyone is just kinda sick of the hypocracy that OOZES out of your room and the need to point it out came over me.

I'm done with this. If you and your friends would like to continue to write complaints about me on your journal, (which by the way, isn't very personal when it's online and you have links to it from every possible outlet) then feel free. You're right...free speech. Do whatever. However, I'm finished.
Apr. 28th, 2005 06:59 am (UTC)
I don't think that I know you. I don't. Nor do I want to. That is my problem. I said that you were done with me from the first impression, in which you were excessively cold. I did attempt. First pass at communication and you failed with flying colors.

Also, you don't know me either. And I take time to write and vent in my journal, but I have never mentioned you by name - so no one that would read my not-so-personal journal could possibly know it was you. Not to mention the fact that those entries where you are even vaguely mentioned are few and very far between.

Thank you for speaking on "everyone"'s behalf, but there is no such hypocrisy. I do not begrudge you your loud time. You can have, and have had, plenty of it. I might take a second to write about it when my nerves are on the wire, I have deadlines to meet, and I'm just generally irritated already. That would happen regardless of who, where, or when. It happened last year too, though I'm surprised that you didn't already know that, since you're such an avid reader. Also, I like loud music and lots of music. I have never denied that. At the beginning of the year I told everyone that if they want me to turn it down, all they have to do is ask. I realize that bass carries, but sometimes it's hard to gauge, as both bass and volume are adjustable and obviously change between songs. What is mild music in here can do strange things to walls and perhaps desks.

I never intended for there to be so much hostility between us. I intended to live and let live, with or (though more probably) without your improving influence.
Apr. 28th, 2005 01:38 pm (UTC)
I could be fucked reading this.
Shelby pwns by default. Sorry anonymous, but some people just own other people by default.

You can't argue it, man; it's the rules.

I've been on the short end of the stick before, it happens.

- cal
Apr. 28th, 2005 02:23 pm (UTC)
Hah! Cal, I love you.

Apr. 30th, 2005 07:19 am (UTC)
Muffins!!!!!! :D

- cal

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