So it's 1:30 AM and while I should be fast asleep by now, I'm not. Instead I'm sitting here in my living room, somewhat traumatized by the activity that took place in the bedroom above from mine. I live in a three level house which is split into two apartments. As mentioned before, I lived in the upstairs apartment for about 5 years with three other roommates prior to moving to the downstairs apartment this past summer. When we moved out of the upstairs apartment, three new guys moved in. One of whom now resides in my old bedroom, which is directly above my new bedroom. Get the picture? This guy is seriously a piece of work, clunking around and dropping who knows what on the floor at 2 AM, of course, waking me up. Oh, and you know what tops this all off? His squeaky bed. Yup, this guy has a VERY squeaky bed. And tonight, there were some abnormally sounding squeakage taking place up there. He was by himself.
By this point, I was so fed up that I stated out loud, "YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME". The squeaking stopped.
I seriously need to invest in a pair of good ear plugs.
About Me
- Joy
- I am a woman with a high-spirited soul. I love God with all my heart, mind and soul. I love the pitter patter of rain and the city lights, the quaintness of old brick roads and buildings, and the fresh scent of a hiking trail and the silence of a book shelf. I have an eclectic taste in music ranging from the oddity of Sufjan Stevens to the sassiness of Taylor Swift. I know the difference between saffron and sage, among other things, and I almost know what tumeric is. I believe in the contagiousness of joy and the basic sweetness of life. Nice things often happen to me - answered prayers, flowers from friends, unexpected phone calls from far away friends, the discovery of delectable desert shops, sweet cards and packages in the mail, and laughter till your tummy hurts. Some things I have but don't use as much as I maybe should are markers and crayons, a passport, a somewhat "perfect pitch", a slip-'n-slide, a camera and common sense. I have a big God who loves me, a beagle/french bull dog mix named Georgie who drives me up the wall yet whom I adore at the same time, and three things I prize: warmth, grace and brains.
7 comments:
I love it! I do hope you were able to get some sleep though, and that you won't be too tired in the morning.
Thanks again for the chat tonight- you are a great friend!
mwah!
Oh no! I bet he did not even know you could hear him.
ris,
i am certifiably exhausted today. came home early to nap for an hour before i head back out to facilitate my adoption group.
spinner,
he probably didn't. i have a feeling that future squeakage will decrease after last night. :D
Kinda makes you wonder if your downstairs neighbor thought the same thing about you when you lived upstairs.
Or maybe you just had a quieter bed.
anonymous,
i have actually thought about the same thing. but fortunately, the room that i inhabit now was actually used as storage.
Oh! Won't it be a blast when he has a friend sleep over? It seems like two people tend to make more noise than one . . . or so I've heard.
Hahahaha! I'm so sorry, but when I lived in England, the couple upstairs would "rearrange furniture" at odd hours of the night, and I could never face them in the morning. I'm with you, girl!
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