posted on February 18, 2005 @ 12:38 pm
apparently the world wants me to have a heart attack, just one after another.
last night owen drove his car to make sure it was still working fine since i have to drive it today. he took evie to get her a/c fixed this morning. well, he left while i was in the bathroom, but when i heard a door shut i thought it was the bedroom door. i watched tv for about 20 minutes, then, filled with hatred for bull fighters and riders, as i went to complain about it i found the bedroom to be empty. i was going to see if he was outside, or at the gas station across the street, but then i saw his car was gone. so, for an additional ten minutes, i'm calling his phone trying to find out where he went, but there's no answer.
see, i inherited my mom and nana's gene that tells you when you don't know where someone went, and you can't get in touch with them, that means they're dead in a ditch. so i stood there waiting, refusing to cry because it wasn't worth it. when he showed up i told him i wasn't talking to him til the end of time, but then of course i wasn't mad like two minutes later. which is weird cause i stay mad forever. he has immunity it seems. that's when he told me about driving to the heb and back.
so i was all poofy from crying and talking about him being dead in a ditch (oh god i'm turning into my mother...), and then the neighbor decides he's going to be a dick. which really isn't much of a decision since he's a pretty big fucking dick. his tv was louder than ours, and after hitting the wall he wouldn't lower it. so i got one of my shoes (my black and white airwalks i got in 7th grade) and started repeatedly (and to a beat of course) hitting the wall. after about 20 times he hit the wall back, twice, and owen pulled me away asking that i stop.
so i did, cause i'm sure i freak people out when i get so mad i can't control what i'm doing. i know i shouldn't have done that, hit the wall so much, but when i get angry i have hardly any control over myself. it's probably something i should get help about. i'm going to end up killing someone one day just because they're being a jerk.
after crying some more, i decided fuck it, i'll just watch the inuyasha and big o owen recorded on the other tv, which plays recorded tapes in black and white only, with lines going through it. hooray, i can hear his tv in my bedroom, too. owen just turned the tv up, and i did some stuff on the computer, and by 9:30 i was able to lie down. i didn't bother talking to the guy cause he would have just told me since it's not 10 p.m. (when the "good neighbor policy" says you have to shut up) he doesn't have to turn it down. not that he does when it's 10 p.m. anyway.
i wrote a two-page letter to the apartment manager, including the incident when i knocked on his door with a hammer. i never turned in that letter because i didn't want to deal with it, so i added that in the letter i faxed to her today. i hate telling on people to the office because it makes me seem so anal, but i really can't stand this guy any more. i'm thinking of just paying the fee and moving out early.
THEN this morning when owen takes evie to be fixed they tell him i was a no-show for yesterday, and they'll have to see what they can do to squeeze me in. i made an appointment for thursday then changed it to friday since owen had an interview thursday. thusly, i called and spoke with a matt, and yelled quite a bit. which amused john. needless to say it got fixed, and i even apologized to matt when he called back to let me know. i have nothing against him now that my car is fixed. ;)
my apartment manager just left a message on my phone saying she wanted to talk to me about the letter i faxed her. :pout: i don't want to talk to her. that's why i wrote her a letter. i guess i'll have to hurry home to see her. bah. at least jennie's birthday party is tonight. i'll go and have vodka and hopefully feel better.