More random bitching

Just to document some noise complaint.  I have called the courtesy officer on my neighbors, all three of the ones immediately next to me (why can't they all live next to each other? ) at least once now, and they've all gotten notices to stop playing music loudly from the complex itself.  Yet, they do it again.  There should be some sort of clue.  No, NEVER.  I don't want the music to EVER be so loud I can plainly hear it while standing OUTSIDE your door and hear the bass thumping inside my apartment.  THANK YOU.

When I get done with work, I'll come back.

Already looking for a bigger boat.

Mark came over and put together shelves last night, so now I have a wall of shelves.  I have filled up three fifths of them.  Although, admittedly, I am only putting the boxes on the shelves, not unpacking them, to estimate how they will go, I feel that I will need at least another chunk o' shelving, maybe just like this on the other side of the wall (good news, four shelf sets fit the wall PERFECTLY).

Tomorrow is going to be the weirdest housewarming ever.  Some of you were already invited, but if you can stand this, this is what is going on, and anyone who can come by after 4 p.m. is allowed to be here.  I'm trying to paint the door, unpack boxes, put up pictures, and make the place look like someone lives here, instead of a storage unit.  I'm thinking, since my mom gave me her end tables, that the thing to do now is take that end table back that I bought and turn it into a toilet tissue holder or something.

I will have food and drink.  I'm thinking I will make chili, since I haven't done that in a long time.

If you want to bring something, bring a chair.  If you want to leave something, I want mirrors, plants, and candles.  Mostly, I am just trying to get this place like someplace I want to be.