Worst Neighbors EVER

So I get sick of walking around this dark apartment and decide to give in to my dog’s wish of going outside on the patio. About one minute later I look up, and instantly bolt back into the living room to grab my digital camera. This was a sight worth documenting. 

I should start from the beginning actually: We moved here to this peaceful place and were adjusting quite fine listening and watching the birds out on the patio everyday. Then, these people move in right next door. I spotted a mother and about five blonde, stair-step children, the youngest being a little-over-one-year-old baby. From the moment we spotted them they have not calmed down. They are by far the rowdiest neighbors I have ever seen (and believe me, I’ve seen horrible neighbors). To keep track, my mom and I gave the few neighbors we associate with nicknames; downstairs are the hippies and now these horrible neighbors are…how do I put this nicely?…sort of country-bumpkins. Nobody seems to know how to properly close a door without the entire apartment complex hearing it. The children have never heard of inside and outside voices, they always come out when we try to enjoy the patio, so now they’ve scared the birds away. I’m serious. The birds don’t come by anymore. I have yet to see any of them wearing shoes. They have a big black dog that they actually take care of (that’s a first from what I’ve seen) decently, and I think they only use their apartment for storage purposes (everything else is crowded on their patio) considering they are always outside. The mother is usually outside on the patio smoking while everyone else is running around wild. I hate them. I’m sorry, but I do. We complained to the management office once and things actually quieted down for about two weeks, then it all started up again when some hot guy moved in (I think) with them. I’ve seen three different guys go in and out, so I have no idea who the father is. We mind our own business and don’t speak to them (I try not to acknowledge them), but give them dirty looks when they start yelling and screaming back and forth. Oh, and the stupid little girl hangs around the stairs teasing our dog (a Jack Russell Terrier, need I say more?) so we have to go back in and be miserable listening to them.

So, just now I noticed they made a walkway through this wire-fence that separates the apartments from a field, and then a power plant. The landscapers don’t always mow it, and when they do, they only mow some of it and leave the rest tall and wild. There are so many things wrong with these neighbors I just…am shocked. So, the mother and one of the kids sat out on the patio while the rest of the family (different guy acting as a father I think) camped out in the field close by the power plant BAREFOOT. They had a smaller dog with them running around THROUGH THE POWER PLANT. The kids (and the baby, now walking) were all running the length of the field barefoot in the tall grass where I think snakes live. The “father” sat on this cinder block thing letting everyone run loose (including the baby that is now walking). Oh, and it gets better (and by better I mean worse); then the mother (sitting on the patio still) starts having a conversation with the “father” who is about a thousand feet away. Meanwhile the kids start going separate ways. And you know who the “father” tells to “come here” and “don’t go too far”? The dog. They only went back inside when the mother mentioned someone coming over. Oh, and these are 3-bedroom apartments. There’s at least five of them altogether living there. In the beginning when they were first moving in, the mother’s parents (NORMAL PEOPLE) were helping them get settled. I repeat, the mother’s parents are the complete opposite of her and the kids. Unbelievable.
Besides the neighbors disturbing us every 30 minutes or so, I’ve been updating websites and other stuff. This week my obsession is Pinterest. I love organizing, creating things and lists. 
The pets are all still crazy (but lovable), so nothing really is new with them, unless you count the cats slapping the dog every time she tries to smell one of them.
I’m learning more about politics (which I still deem boring and ridiculously complex). 
I am also preparing for Halloween (sort of). I want to dress up and take a few pictures, eat a bunch of my favorite candy, and maybe watch a classic horror movie (and by classic, I mean movies made before 1990). I’ve had of course more troubles with my cellphone. This time (I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned it before), I have a Nokia Lumia 710 (white). Never again will I get a Windows phone. NEVER AGAIN. I actually wrote a review about it on T-Mobile’s website: 

I’m not fond of Windows Phones and this one certainly doesn’t help. At first I thought it would grow on me, but then I found very few features to my liking. First of all, the majority of social networking sites and other website apps (except for anything Microsoft of course) do not support the Windows platform. They’ve come a long way, but there are very poor apps available in the app store and it’s entirely frustrating. Also, it does not have an SD card slot which is a big inconvenience considering how often I switch computers and stuff. It has Zune for all things media, but that’s okay. The GPS sucks and is very slow and annoying. Sometimes it has been inaccurate and I’ve had to find out the hard way. I always thought of Nokia making basic phones and walkie-talkies; their smartphone is poor when it comes to the latest technology in social media etc. I am definitely switching to an Android. This will do for now, but it just sucks.

I’m behind on movies, and slacking a little on books, and my sims aren’t too well. I guess I’ve been browsing the internet and watching TV a lot lately. I think I’m finally acting like a teenager. Though the love of music will probably come later in my life.
I’ve been catching up on some of my favorite shows (Criminal Minds, New Girl and recently: The Mentalist and Baby Daddy). I guess I’m having fun. I’m trying to keep up with job hunting and cleaning the house but I get distracted very easily, much to my mother’s dismay. I’m working on it.

You create your own universe as you go along.
– Winston Churchill

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Dreams and other scary things

I was in the middle of morphing into another rare, indestructible substance, while fighting off my attackers in the night, when my mom wakes me up at 11am to run some errands.
Occasionally, I’ll have dreams about being chased by some enemy I’ve never seen before, who is usually trying to kill me. Then there are my “normal” dreams I have about this ex-friend of mine. For about two years now, I’ve been having dreams about this friend I used to have up till I/we was/were sixteen. In my dreams, we become friends again. Every dream is like that. I can take a hint, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to do anything about it. There’s nothing to do about it, unfortunately. People tell me she wasn’t really a friend anyway, but I disagree.
Every day I fight back the urge to talk to you. I tell myself that if you wanted to speak to me, you would.
Today was the first day I left the house in…one, maybe two weeks or more. Once I dealt with my hair (took an hour of frustration, thanks to my weird, curly/wavy hair), and found clothes that wouldn’t fall off me as much as the rest of my clothes do (I recently lost 30 pounds), I was able to leave. I stepped outside, and was first blinded by the sunlight, then chased all the way down to the car by these bugs that tease me every time I step foot outside. Nobody believes me when I tell them this. I dealt with my anxiety for the rest of the day.
I wasn’t able to find the cat cube that we really need. We have two cats; one is very skinny, the other has a striking resemblance to Garfield (minus the color and gender). I’m having trouble finding a cube that fatty can fit in. It would help if she would stop stealing food, but that’s not going to happen any time soon. If there’s food, Cleopatra will find it. Trust me.
I did find a purse finally. It’s strange though; I found it in a store I have no interest in whatsoever. My mom loves the store, and can spend forever looking around. So I decided to look around as well. I’m not a fan of leather purses, but I did find a $30 one that seems to suit me.
Once I got home, I was physically exhausted. Now I’m relaxing in bed with my laptop, and my cat (Jade) that keeps hitting me in the face with her tail. She never leaves my side. It’s nice to have some company that doesn’t make me uncomfortable.
I’ve never really ever made sense. I’m okay with that now.

Where is the love?

Today wasn’t a complete waste of time.
I woke up at noon as usual (I should stop saying this, it happens regularly so we’ll just assume I wake up at noon everyday), had my bowl of Honey-Nut Cheerios in peace (surprisingly). Then I got back in bed and finished my book. The last few chapters were very emotional, and I didn’t expect that, but overall it was a good book (sequel actually): “Children of God Go Bowling” by Shannon Olson. Her life oddly resembles mine in a way.
I wrote a little after I finished the book. I didn’t start on the next book immediately like I used to. I guess since it was so emotional, I just wanted it to sink in, and think about it a little bit more. But my next book is: “Lottery” – by Patricia Wood.
The rest of the day was devoted to Tumblr. I stated my opinion on a post about ageism (I seem to be stating my opinion a lot lately). Basically my point is Ages 13-19 are considered teenage years. Why single anyone out when they’re in the same category? Everyone hates 13yr-olds supposedly because they’re immature. There are several immature people in the world. It doesn’t have to be a specific age. You can be 40-something and still be immature. It just depends. I’m seventeen; I’ll be eighteen at the end of May this year. I was pretty much immature up till February 2010. My dad’s death had a great impact on me; still does. I’ve changed into a completely different person. Mostly someone silenced.
You can say you’re 17. But proclaiming your age doesn’t tell your maturity level. You can assume, but you can never be sure. We’re all young. The world is fucked up enough as it is; why do more damage? Why not just come together? Different countries are struggling with different-yet-similar issues; whether it be leadership, or financial issues, or anything else, one thing is certain: the world is struggling. They’re aren’t that many people that see this.

Maybe I’m naive, but this is just how I see the world. Among other things.