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rape rock vs. broom handle // 2002-02-26

as usual, i should be working and instead i'm finding every excuse to do anything but work. i *have* gone to a few meetings today, but mostly i was there as a buffer for some difficult, confrontational conversation. i really hate those and i feel like i'm horrible at it. though, to give myself some credit, i think i might be getting better at handling confrontation.

sunday, when i got home from c's, my upstairs neighbor was playing some god-awful rap(e)-rock, and my apartment was--no lie!--vibrating. i've heard them make some crazy noise before, and i've never said a word to them, but this time put me over the edge. i charged up there and knocked on the door.

nothing.

i knocked again, much harder.

nothing.

i rang the doorbell.

nothing.

i rang the doorbell a few more times.

nothing.

oooh. that kind of shit really chaps my hide. i could tell they were in there, and probably too baked to get to the door (or too paranoid?). so i tried to go down to the buzzer at the front door to call them, but realized i don't know their name, and apartment numbers aren't on the front door. ugh.

so, here's where i get sheepish. i actually did that nasty trick where i banged on the ceiling with a broom handle. and that did nothing but put a big quarter-sized dent in my ceiling.

i'm sad because i finally took the initiative to do something about someone bothering me (instead of just moping and complaining about it like i usually do), but i never got to talk to them!

but then, maybe i should learn from this. maybe there's some reason why they didn't answer the door and i didn't get to vent?

ok, new plan is to go play some ms. pacman downstairs. i've got to maintain my high-score, and that requires some serious work.

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