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Because my last entry was insanely long, I give you... an LJ cut... about drunk hos!
I did my laundry today... or yesterday depending on how you look at it. Anyways, I got back to my room around 8PM and was folding up my jeans, etc. when I hear a really loud commotion out in the kitchen. It's my neighbor and she's stumbling around off her ass drunk. I didn't go out and look, I just heard. Her friends were with her, trying to get her to stand still 'cause she banging into the walls and she's scratching them. She starts screaming that her friends are trying to kill her and for them to leave her alone in these high-pitched, scary caged feral animal kind of screams. She starts banging into my door and yanking at the door knob (my door is locked no worries) and then she starts vomiting. Lucky for me she managed to get into the bathroom. Her friends try and clean her up, but not because they want to put her to bed. Oh, no, they want to clean her up 'cause they have another party to go to! They're cleaning up her face while she's screaming and crying that they're all casting spells on her to make her hair fall out. Then, it gets really quiet and I realize that they've all left.
Well, she stumbled in the door a few minutes ago and managed to make it to her room after fumbling with her keys for ten minutes. I figure it was safe to go outside; plus, I really had to piss. I step outside my door and the area is a wreck. C, as I will call her, and I live in a seperate compartment from K and R who also live in the apartment. All four of us share a kitchen and a living room, but there are two "bedroom compartments" each with two seperate bedrooms and a bathroom. However, the sinks and counters are in this seperate little hallways area outside the bathroom. It's completely destroyed. She knocked over some of my knickknacky items on my side of the counter and broke the bar of soap that had been sitting in my soap dish. There's toilet paper all over everything, not to mention that her hairbrushes and accessories are scattered all over the floor and that all her hair care product bottles and knocked over and spread out everywhere. That wasn't the worst of it. Oh no, it was not the worst.
I go into the bathroom, and the toilet seat is covered in vomit. COVERED! Not only vomit, but there's blood in the vomit. And there's piss and blue chewing gum in the floor. Oh, and to top it off, she somehow managed to knock a whole new roll of toilet paper into the toilet before vomiting on it. Does she or her friends try and clean up the vomit? No, but they do take the vomit covered soggy toilet paper and throw it in the floor! What a great neighbor! I hope the blood was a sign that she has alcohol poisoning.
I cleaned up the sink and counters as best I could and picked up the stuff out of the floor. I don't want to clean up after her, but I honestly can't have that shit laying in the floor for me to step on. I mopped the bathroom floor and cleaned up the toilet seat. Again, I didn't want to, but I really had to piss and I didn't feel like getting redressed and walking to the clubhouse. I left the vomit-covered toilet roll in the bathroom. I'm not touching that. No way. She'll probably leave it there just like she leaves the empty toilet paper rolls in there until I finally have to pick them up. Is it so hard to understand that if you are the one who finishes off a roll, you need to throw the empty roll away! Jesus!
I hate living with other people.
Tomorrow: I shall post a few pictures of my latest projects for school, and I shall hopefully get done writing this paper for Art Survey I. Whoot. Time for bed!
I did my laundry today... or yesterday depending on how you look at it. Anyways, I got back to my room around 8PM and was folding up my jeans, etc. when I hear a really loud commotion out in the kitchen. It's my neighbor and she's stumbling around off her ass drunk. I didn't go out and look, I just heard. Her friends were with her, trying to get her to stand still 'cause she banging into the walls and she's scratching them. She starts screaming that her friends are trying to kill her and for them to leave her alone in these high-pitched, scary caged feral animal kind of screams. She starts banging into my door and yanking at the door knob (my door is locked no worries) and then she starts vomiting. Lucky for me she managed to get into the bathroom. Her friends try and clean her up, but not because they want to put her to bed. Oh, no, they want to clean her up 'cause they have another party to go to! They're cleaning up her face while she's screaming and crying that they're all casting spells on her to make her hair fall out. Then, it gets really quiet and I realize that they've all left.
Well, she stumbled in the door a few minutes ago and managed to make it to her room after fumbling with her keys for ten minutes. I figure it was safe to go outside; plus, I really had to piss. I step outside my door and the area is a wreck. C, as I will call her, and I live in a seperate compartment from K and R who also live in the apartment. All four of us share a kitchen and a living room, but there are two "bedroom compartments" each with two seperate bedrooms and a bathroom. However, the sinks and counters are in this seperate little hallways area outside the bathroom. It's completely destroyed. She knocked over some of my knickknacky items on my side of the counter and broke the bar of soap that had been sitting in my soap dish. There's toilet paper all over everything, not to mention that her hairbrushes and accessories are scattered all over the floor and that all her hair care product bottles and knocked over and spread out everywhere. That wasn't the worst of it. Oh no, it was not the worst.
I go into the bathroom, and the toilet seat is covered in vomit. COVERED! Not only vomit, but there's blood in the vomit. And there's piss and blue chewing gum in the floor. Oh, and to top it off, she somehow managed to knock a whole new roll of toilet paper into the toilet before vomiting on it. Does she or her friends try and clean up the vomit? No, but they do take the vomit covered soggy toilet paper and throw it in the floor! What a great neighbor! I hope the blood was a sign that she has alcohol poisoning.
I cleaned up the sink and counters as best I could and picked up the stuff out of the floor. I don't want to clean up after her, but I honestly can't have that shit laying in the floor for me to step on. I mopped the bathroom floor and cleaned up the toilet seat. Again, I didn't want to, but I really had to piss and I didn't feel like getting redressed and walking to the clubhouse. I left the vomit-covered toilet roll in the bathroom. I'm not touching that. No way. She'll probably leave it there just like she leaves the empty toilet paper rolls in there until I finally have to pick them up. Is it so hard to understand that if you are the one who finishes off a roll, you need to throw the empty roll away! Jesus!
I hate living with other people.
Tomorrow: I shall post a few pictures of my latest projects for school, and I shall hopefully get done writing this paper for Art Survey I. Whoot. Time for bed!
