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My poor neglected blog.

We've had a fairly busy summer. Lot's of traveling about to LA, Lake Tahoe, Boston, Las Vegas, and the Grand Canyon. I also started school which is good.

In other news Mike and I are moving further south. We currently live 15 minutes north of his work, and we'll be moving about 15 minutes south. I HATE our upstairs neighbors. I have never experienced such rude and inconsiderate people in my life. Living there is: the vile mother (she goes by VD, that should tell you something), the 11 year old idiot son (how dumb do you have to be to be put in summer school in grade 6), the tighty whitie son (see previous post, gah), the chauchy son (is perpetually in a wife-beater, although I think he has recently moved), and finally the drunk brother to VD. This is a two bedroom apartment.

So needless to say with that many morons under one roof you're bound to get a bit of noise. I'm willing to put up with a fair bit, but this is ridiculous. I think all of them but Venereal Disease sleep in the room above ours. Faaaabulous. Since we've moved in I've maybe slept through the night 5 times. They stomp on the floor to the point our light fixture rattles, they talk so loudly I can almost make out what they're saying, they listen to repetitive shitty music that keeps me up at all hours.

So after putting up with it for several months (they make me nervous) Mike and I decided to move. There are other circumstances driving this decision but the noise is definitely one of the top irritants. The way leases work here is if you leave your are responsible for rent until the apartment rents or someone else rents it, whichever comes first. Unless you have a valid reason for breaking your lease, such as an unlivable apartment caused by noisy neighbors. So I've started complaining. My first complaint was last Monday. Monday night was quiet. Tuesday night the drunk was telling stories until 1am and stomping around. So Mike called Wednesday to complain. That night was quiet. Last night they all came home around 11pm and they were literally jumping up and down on the floor. I was already sleeping and it startled the shit out of me. They kept it up until after midnight. It was quite obvious they were doing it on purpose. So now I'm going to write a letter. I figure this will at least be further proof that we can't live here.

Tomorrow we're going apartment hunting. I hope we can find something soon and be out of here by November.