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Mar. 31st, 2010 03:12 am
bardic_lady: (ratatouille - those days)
I have many many foul things to say to both Microsoft and Apple about the functionality of their products, specifically those involving video editing. I have 13+ hours spent fighting said softwares in the past two and a half days.

I have things to say to my brain for deciding at midnight (having spent weeks denying the need) that my presentation for tomorrow needed a powerpoint. Which is now done.

But right now, right now I have things to say to the boys upstairs.

Dear boys upstairs,
You are INSANELY UNBELIEVEABLY LUCKY. Because it turns out that the "flooding incident in the washroom yesterday" as you so charmingly put it when I came to pick up my mail this afternoon, did in fact go all the way through to my apartment. And it puddled down into my living room. I was on campus for over 12 hours yesterday, so I completely missed the incident and when I got home, I didn't even go into the living room, I ate dinner and went to bed. Here's where you're INCREDIBLY LUCKY. Even though my air mattress passed the point of being usable (inflation wise) a couple weeks ago, I haven't had a chance to put it away. So its giant plastic self was spread out on my living room floor to stop your flood from reaching my carpet. Two feet to the left and it would've landed squarely on my TV, DVD/VCR, Digital Media Player, and 1TB external hard drive. Instead, it landed on sheets and blankets that absorbed it right up. I wouldn't even have noticed if I hadn't walked across the air mattress barefoot in pursuit of my stapler 10 minutes ago. YOU ARE SO DAMN LUCKY. I hope you take this incident to heart and never ever do it again.

Yrs hatefully,
Me
  • I Feel: frustrated
  • I'm Here: Mine Soggyass Apartment
  • I Hear: The Boy in the Bubble - Paul Simon: Graceland
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Oct. 31st, 2009 11:50 pm
bardic_lady: (alia - waiting)
Dear flist, I need your advice.

I live alone, in that no one lives with me in this space and only I have a key for it. However, the walls are fairly thin and I can certainly hear things from the other part of the house that is rented to other people. I firmly believe that people should be able to say what they want in the privacy of their own homes. In fact, I prefer they say it in the privacy of their own homes. On the other hand, sometimes, the privacy of your home is not as private as it could be.

Earlier this evening, purely in jest I believe, one of the guys upstairs yelled an insult at another of the guys. The word he chose to use was 'faggot'. Maybe I'm being over-sensitive, but I don't think I should have to hear that in my own home. On the other hand, I'm not at all sure how to broach the subject to the guys upstairs, and I certainly don't feel any inclination to come out to them.

How would y'all handle it?
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  • I'm Here: Mine Apartment
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Sep. 26th, 2009 12:13 am
bardic_lady: (ratatouille - why? emile)
Boys Upstairs, part II.

They're having a birthday party tonight, which they did warn me about in advance. They're very very loud, which is normal.

The police got called (not by me)

*facepalm*
  • I Feel: unsurprised
  • I'm Here: Mine Apartment
  • I Hear: You and the Night and the Music - Dandyism!
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Sep. 25th, 2009 04:32 pm
bardic_lady: (starbuck - questions your sanity)
Okay, I have to share this with y'all. The apartment upstairs of me is inhabited by a trio of second year undergrad boys. They're very nice and it isn't their fault that sound travels so well in the house.

And they're angels for letting me do my laundry at their place, since it is a) free and b) doesn't require a bus ride with laundry and three or four hours stuck in the laundromat.

All these things being true, the following is still hilariously WTF.

So, all my laundry's been through the washer and I'm waiting for one of them to get his stuff out of the dryer. When he does, I go about my business, put my darks in the dryer and, as is habitual, check the lint trap. The lint trap has literally 2-2.5 INCHES of lint caked on it. It's pressed so deep that I almost can't get it all off. When I'm done cleaning it and starting my load, I go upstairs to say "Y'know, you might wanna clean your lint trap a little more regularly."
The two of them look at me completely blankly. One says "I didn't know we had a lint trap". The other says "Where is it?" I explain the mechanics of lint trap to them. Guy A says "Maybe that's why our dryer hasn't been working too well..." I say "YES."

Seriously, what did they do last year in uni when they were doing laundry? I am baffled.

Things that should be taught in high school. HOW TO USE A DRYER.
  • I Feel: amused
  • I'm Here: Mine Apartment
  • I Hear: It's Such A Good Feeling - Holly Yarbrough: Mister Rogers Swings!
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