Ok, I'm all done. I actually cleaned the whole house out of pure boredom. Vacuum going loud at two in the morning, which is why is a good thing I already hate my neighbors and also that the feeling is mutual. At least I hate those I know, which aren't that many because seriously I hate getting to know people, specially people that can come asking for stuff to borrow or to ask dumb intrusive questions.
I have this one neighbor I like to call "the bitch from hell" or BH for short. She is the most intrusive person I know, always asking me questions, gossiping about people I don't even know and spying on whatever I do. Man, that woman's nosy! And she's not even your typically annoying old lady. No, she's actually in her thirties, has a nice job, great house, nice enough husband (he's actually nicer than her maybe because he's kind of chubby), no kids and still she finds time to annoy the hell out of me. Oh, and her husband might be nice but he's in my black list as one of the worst neighbors of all time. He spends his time apparently fixing some bitchy sports car and oiling his motorcycle. For a chubby guy with an office job he's surprisingly hip or so he thinks. He smokes more than me, drinks beer almost every single day and believes himself an amateur mechanic. Men get so weird as they approach their forties... Worst part? He wakes me up with the noise from his motorcycle every single Saturday morning at around 9am! I mean, it's Saturday! Please, dude, let me sleep!!!! The only reason that I like him more than his wife? At least he knows he's annoying. He manned up to it a while ago. Apologized because he knew it must be horrible having to listen to his motorcycle late at night or early in the morning. Doesn't mean he'll stop though so he stayed on the list; which means I get to: kill him with my eyes, close the garage door after looking at him angrily and all but giving him the finger, and ignore him every time I see him.
Another neighbor from hell and my top 3 in the black list: my back door neighbor. This guy wakes me up every Sunday morning and seriously if I wanted to be up at 8am every Sunday I would go to church with my dear mother and I don't, specially since I became old enough to say "I don't want to go", and seriously I don't want to be up Sunday's at 8am unless it's because I still haven't been to bed. Oh, I haven't said how or why he wakes me up. He washes his car every Sunday, that's why, and how, well, he plays his radio very very loudly while he does that little chore. And you would think he could wait until, at least, 11am to wash his car but apparently he goes on a freaking parade every Sunday afternoon because he HAS to do it early in the morning. People and OCD's, I swear. Thing is my window is basically a few steps from his house which means from his car and his damn radio. I've been getting major headaches every Sunday for years now and the worst part is that my body seems to be so use to it; to the point where even in those very rare occasions when he doesn't wake me up, whenever I do wake up I do so with the same damn headache.
Anyways, I know I said I'll be back with a post about well... cancer and stuff but there's been so much sickness lately. I found out some very sad and horrible news about a friend, my mom might need an operation, my father has been diagnose with diabetes, and my step-mother might have a tumor. So, I didn't felt like talking about all the sickness, ironically I just did. Anyways, I'm waiting patiently and simply going to do everything as usual until I do the biopsy and get the results. I'll keep you guys posted on that. I'm still nervous though and I bit fingernails until they hurt and then some but... well, I think I'll try and go to bed now. It's 4: 52am here and this is me signing out. Good night, fill-the-blank-with-your-state!
