the girl who used to dance on fire and brimstone (whiskyinmind) wrote,
the girl who used to dance on fire and brimstone
whiskyinmind

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I've finally worked out what the deal is with my neighbour. He and his current girlfriend are one of those couples who fight all the time and after she's stormed out and roared off in her car (pushing first gear way past i's limit so that everyone in the village knows she's on the road) he puts on really loud music and starts doing housework. Right now he seems to be decorating, or at least stripping the paper off the wall on the other side of my living room wall. He listens to really loud music when he's in that kind of state and I get that, I often do the same thing when I'm pissed off. Difference is I have a set of cordless headphones so I don't piss anyone off (plus, it has the added benefit of letting me ignore the phone or doorbell). Dale doesn't.

He also has no taste in music and seems to have a new compilation CD. I could just about cope with the Britney, the Gwen, the Liberty X. But the Crazy Freaking Frog?!!! No one should be subjected to that in their homes, let alone bleeding through the wall from their neighbour's house whilst said neighbour is attacking the walls with a metal paint scraper (and from the sound of it gouging holes in the plaster work).

All of this was when I finally caved and started watching 24 season three. Last night, at 11pm.

So I'm a little grouchy this morning and in retaliation I've turned my TV volume up pretty loud and have the documentary channels on. It's what we call Rememberence Sunday here (services are held in churches to mark the 11th), the documentary channels are all full of war recollections. It's very loud.

Am I a bad person?

I visited Sister yesterday, first time I've done so for a long time. She was really tired and didn't have any fascinating stories about the staffing troubles at her nursery, so I started telling her some of the things that are going on in my life. Niece and Nephew went for their naps and Sister started yawning even more, I said "I'm going to go, let you get caught up with your college work or take a nap."
She said, "Maybe you should take a nap too."
Me, "I'm okay, I'm not tired."
Her, "Yes you are, you're waffling on about nothing."
Me, *bites tongue furiously* "I'll see you later."

Yes, when I'm tired I do talk a lot about nothnig, and it gets even more random than this journal, but yesterday I wasn't tired, I was talking about my life. Nice to know she things that's 'waffling on about nothing'.

Oh lookit that! Dale's awake. Out comes the paper scraper... heh!

I should get  back to writing today, couldn't really do anything on Friday - migrainey so computer screens were just the final straw really - and yesterday I was a little busy with other things. Although I have a lot of prep to do for next weekend as well so...

I need more hours in the day!
Tags: family, me, real life
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