what happened to all the free photo hosting on the internet?
i used to be able to host as many pictures on yahoo as i wanted, but they teamed up with flickr, which i didn't think was a problem until they told me i had too many pictures and i can only have 200 at a time. um, lame. well, i could pay $25 a month for more storage. no.
so people keep telling me about picasa and how it's so great, so i'm trying that, but not only is it really slow, but i only get 1024MB, which i know is a lot, but i take a LOT of pictures. and i like to share them. as of now, i have a lot of them on facebook, which will probably start imposing a limit on me sometime soon. Photobucket gives me up to a GB, which is really nice of them.
no more unlimited free places though. damn consumerism and people's want of money all the time.
12.27.2007
12.14.2007
bumps in the night... and the day... and the early morning
i've been talking about posting this for a while, and it's finally time.
at 6:45 this morning, a friday, my day to sleep in, i was woken up by foot stomps and thumps from upstairs. this isn't a new occurance. our upstairs neighbors seem to have feet made of lead. i can actually tell when they are walking up the stairs in the center of the building, as it resembles the sounds of a Discovery channel stampede. usually i will roll over and fall back to sleep.
this morning however, it was different. it was like they were having a dance party at a god-awful time in the morning. every fifteen or so minutes i was rudely re-awakened by some other bump or stomp and sometimes bangs loud enough to shake the walls.
jesus-joe on a stick, i actually hate these people. i've never met any of them, actually. i don't know how many of them there are, but i know there are adults and little kids and they are somehow millions of pounds and can make insane noises.
i gave up around 9am. 9am on my day off. ridiculous. i decided watching a movie was a viable alternative, as the noises usually stop around 9:30, i assume they go to work. not today. they continue. the thumps and scrapings are now accompanies by music. i haven't the slightest as to what it is, i just know that there is a drumish sound, going, bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk... bonk my head against the wall? i continue with my movie, until there are three loud bangs in a row. my immediate response? bang my fist on the wall. no reaction. MORE LOUD SOUNDS. i finish my movie. i lay in bed, not wanting to get out as it is cold and i don't need to be anywhere until 1:30 anyway. STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP. oh my goooooooooooood.
i can hear someone snoring in the room directly above me almost every night. maybe it's because my room is a bit cavernous, but it doesn't really matter. if your snores can be heard over music and a room down... you might want to see someone about that. my roommate is over the kids room. she swears they dribble bowling balls and enjoy jumping off the bed. i don't doubt her for a second. she also stumbled into my room early one sunday to inform me that who ever was upstairs was BLASTING Christina Aguilera... specifically Genie in a Bottle.. in spanish. and let me tell you, 9am on a sunday is way too early for genie in a bottle. always.
I have resorted to noise canceling headphones. i can still hear the bangs. seriously, what are these people's feet made of? maybe they don't have carpet. i don't know. i just know they are loud and they drive me crazy.
someone vacuums at all hours. i mean all hours. 6am, 3pm, 7pm, 2am. there are metal scraping and banging noises like a file cabinet has been pushed over. we can hear the children run from one end of the apartment to the other... and back. indescribable noises that will make you jump six inches out of your skin. a weird repetitive noise that sounds like a dull knife on metal. maybe porcelain on porcelain, that comes from the closet/bathroom area. i'm convinced there is a captive trying to get out. of course there isn't, but it sounds like it.
any rational human being would go upstairs and ask them to be quiet.
2 problems with that. 1. i am not a rational person. 2. i'm pretty sure it won't help.
i base this on an incident from last year. it was the middle of the day, and i was attempting homework. i was quite stressed at the time, and i don't know why but i was. so i just hear all of this banging coming from over my room and the living room and after one particular spectacular crash, i lost my marbles and yell "WOULD YOU PLEASE BE QUIET?!" at the top of my lungs at the ceiling. silence, for a few moments, shuffling, and the two little bastards (a guess, but i'm pretty sure there are 2 kids, and they aren't actual bastards, but that's all i can bring myself to call the little devils), start stomping in a small circle in the middle of my bedroom. i went into the kitchen, where it was silent for a while. therefore, i know i'm not rational (yelling at the ceiling? yeaaah), and i'm pretty sure they are vengeful little bastards.
not to mention, i'm a member of the unconfrontational club, so i just can't. in fits of fury i swear to cut their feet off and hope that then they'd just have stumps to mope around on, and they'd have to leave because we don't have an elevator. i just have hatred for this group of people i don't know that invade my space with their ridiculous noises.
at 6:45 this morning, a friday, my day to sleep in, i was woken up by foot stomps and thumps from upstairs. this isn't a new occurance. our upstairs neighbors seem to have feet made of lead. i can actually tell when they are walking up the stairs in the center of the building, as it resembles the sounds of a Discovery channel stampede. usually i will roll over and fall back to sleep.
this morning however, it was different. it was like they were having a dance party at a god-awful time in the morning. every fifteen or so minutes i was rudely re-awakened by some other bump or stomp and sometimes bangs loud enough to shake the walls.
jesus-joe on a stick, i actually hate these people. i've never met any of them, actually. i don't know how many of them there are, but i know there are adults and little kids and they are somehow millions of pounds and can make insane noises.
i gave up around 9am. 9am on my day off. ridiculous. i decided watching a movie was a viable alternative, as the noises usually stop around 9:30, i assume they go to work. not today. they continue. the thumps and scrapings are now accompanies by music. i haven't the slightest as to what it is, i just know that there is a drumish sound, going, bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk... bonk my head against the wall? i continue with my movie, until there are three loud bangs in a row. my immediate response? bang my fist on the wall. no reaction. MORE LOUD SOUNDS. i finish my movie. i lay in bed, not wanting to get out as it is cold and i don't need to be anywhere until 1:30 anyway. STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP. oh my goooooooooooood.
i can hear someone snoring in the room directly above me almost every night. maybe it's because my room is a bit cavernous, but it doesn't really matter. if your snores can be heard over music and a room down... you might want to see someone about that. my roommate is over the kids room. she swears they dribble bowling balls and enjoy jumping off the bed. i don't doubt her for a second. she also stumbled into my room early one sunday to inform me that who ever was upstairs was BLASTING Christina Aguilera... specifically Genie in a Bottle.. in spanish. and let me tell you, 9am on a sunday is way too early for genie in a bottle. always.
I have resorted to noise canceling headphones. i can still hear the bangs. seriously, what are these people's feet made of? maybe they don't have carpet. i don't know. i just know they are loud and they drive me crazy.
someone vacuums at all hours. i mean all hours. 6am, 3pm, 7pm, 2am. there are metal scraping and banging noises like a file cabinet has been pushed over. we can hear the children run from one end of the apartment to the other... and back. indescribable noises that will make you jump six inches out of your skin. a weird repetitive noise that sounds like a dull knife on metal. maybe porcelain on porcelain, that comes from the closet/bathroom area. i'm convinced there is a captive trying to get out. of course there isn't, but it sounds like it.
any rational human being would go upstairs and ask them to be quiet.
2 problems with that. 1. i am not a rational person. 2. i'm pretty sure it won't help.
i base this on an incident from last year. it was the middle of the day, and i was attempting homework. i was quite stressed at the time, and i don't know why but i was. so i just hear all of this banging coming from over my room and the living room and after one particular spectacular crash, i lost my marbles and yell "WOULD YOU PLEASE BE QUIET?!" at the top of my lungs at the ceiling. silence, for a few moments, shuffling, and the two little bastards (a guess, but i'm pretty sure there are 2 kids, and they aren't actual bastards, but that's all i can bring myself to call the little devils), start stomping in a small circle in the middle of my bedroom. i went into the kitchen, where it was silent for a while. therefore, i know i'm not rational (yelling at the ceiling? yeaaah), and i'm pretty sure they are vengeful little bastards.
not to mention, i'm a member of the unconfrontational club, so i just can't. in fits of fury i swear to cut their feet off and hope that then they'd just have stumps to mope around on, and they'd have to leave because we don't have an elevator. i just have hatred for this group of people i don't know that invade my space with their ridiculous noises.
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