I decided to stop this blog because I thought it was making me too negative. It’s not the blog, its the world. So much shit has been pissing me off lately.
The thing that has been pissing me off the most is my neighbours. The constant stomping from the lack of carpet up there is driving me more crazy than normal.
I thought I would go up and ask them nicely about the noise. I’ll pretend they don’t know about the noise they’re making. Firstly I need to explain they’re Asian. I don’t care about that but, it means English is not their first language, so you can see where this is going.
I tried to explain that the noise was from their violin playing, the keyboard but the mostly the wooden/ laminate floor and lack of carpet. She didn’t understand. I felt like an idiot pointing to the floor and saying “the floor. You need carpet. The violin screeches and I can hear it downstairs” while she stared at me and turned her side to side head like a puppy.
The violin her son was playing is horrible. It sounds so screechy and I don’t know if the echo amplifies the sound, but by the time it comes down to me, it’s loud and nasty. He’s been practicing for ages now, so you’d think he would be better at it right? Wrong. It’s the same screechy crap everytime.
There also thumping on the floor, I have no idea what that’s about, maybe their having a hoe down. Maybe he’s playing a fiddle and the parents are dancing a jig.
If he played well, like Vivaldi, then I would have no problem, I like classical music. But this sounds more like Freddy Krueger is scratching at the window.
I’ve decided to start writing on this blog again. I though it was making me too negative and making me focus on the negative, but it’s the world.
I want to be happy. But bad shit happens sometimes and I have to keep fighting and not let it keep me down.
I’m tired of rude comments. If people don’t like my blog, they’re welcome to go suck a lemon.
Text (c) Olivia Ashe 2013. Lemon picture taken from Wikipeadia: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Lemon.jpg
I can’t believe that in the food-rich western world, where looking healthy should be a benefit, has become an obsession to be skinny. When did this happen? Why did this happen? We should be celebrating our wealth and good luck, not be made to feel guilty that we have enough food to eat.
How did this start? Is it the Medias fault? And why is it only women and girls who are being objectified? Why aren’t men? Why is it acceptable for men to walk around in their 5 XL elastic waist pants with a massive beer gut dripping over the top like pizza dough, but women have to be skinny, wear shape-wear and makeup, use diet-drinks and plastic surgery?
When did we go from this:
I really don’t understand, but it needs to stop. Now.
Text (c) Olivia Ashe 2013. Posters taken from internet search. Nicole Richie photo from: http://www.buzzfeed.com/newsdaylaura/celebrities-who-have-had-eating-disorders-24ap
I was woken up early this morning by the stupid council roadwork across the road. It’s been dragging on for days. Why do they have to start so early?
This morning they started with the drill. I’m sure they know sound echoes and amplifies around here, but they don’t care. “Its progress, you can’t stop progress” I’m sure they’d say if I complained. “Silly woman, get back to your kitchen and get those shoes off”.
This constant noise is making me angry and stressing me out. The neighbours continue to stomp and cry and it makes me cry since I have nowhere else to go so I can’t escape it. I have trouble sleeping, my guts hurts sometimes; this noise is driving me crazy. I hate it. I want it to stop now. But it will get worse, since summer is here.
Text (c) Olivia Ashe 2013. Pink wallpaper from sad kitty.net
I bought some of Darrell Lea Christmas liquorice the other day. I was excited that they’re finally getting more of their products in shops and I want to support them.
When I came home, I noticed the religious symbol K in a circle, which means kosher. Why is that suddenly there? It was never been there before the company was sold. Is the new owner Jewish? Why is that symbol on Christmas food? Christians don’t care if their food contains pork.
I’ve seen religious branding on many products now. Are companies really worried about offending religions with their evil ingredients? Is it a grab for every last cent? Or is it just a trend like Angry Birds and twerking?
I don’t want religion forced onto me or my food, but if companies insist on doing this, I have some suggestions:
A capital C with a small h in a circle meaning Christian approved.
A capital J will stand for Jesus (of course). No silly ingredients, just goodness from the Lord to you.
A capital P in a circle for Protestant and proud.
CF in a circle meaning cruelty free, because cruelty when killing animals for food is wrong. They need to be killed humanely with as little pain and suffering as possible.
Or we could just use the Jesus fish. It’s funny to think that many people are driving around with a vagina on their car.
This last month the weather has show us that winter really is over and summer is on his way to burn us and scorch the land. I hate summer and try to put up with the 4 months of torture as best I can.
What makes it worse are the people who insist on making stupid useless comments all the time. “It’s supposed to be 36 today”. What does that mean? Are you a meteorologist? No, then shut up.
Another thing that really annoys me is when people say “They” say. They say it will be hot today. Who is “They”? The weather man? Then say the bloody weather man, not “They”. They is a vague term used by bogans with limited vocabulary.
I also hate when people say “it’s a hot one”. Really? So that’s why the road tar is melting? I’m so stupid I thought it was cold. Friggin idiots.
I really don’t see the point in focusing on what we can’t change. Yes its hot, we can feel it. You don’t need to mention it all the damn time. Maybe if you forgot about the heat and shut your mouth, you wouldn’t notice it as much.
It’s like an itch. If you scratch it, it will get worse. You scratch it and more blood rushes to the surface so you scratch more; it’s an endless cycle. You need to stop thinking about it and distract yourself, maybe watch Tv or do another activity that you can focus on, then you’ll forget all about the itch.
So everyone, stop obsessing about numbers and maybe the heat won’t feel so bad and we can survive till next autumn.
Text (c) Olivia Ashe 2013.
The stupid neighbours are at it again. All day today they’ve been thumping, hammering, drilling. What the hell are they doing up there?
Even the other neighbours have complained about it. I’ve been trapped in the other side of the unit to keep as far away from the noise as possible, but it’s still loud.
We guessed that they are getting new carpet or something but it doesn’t matter. It’s still loud. I think it’s the first time I’ve noticed noise from the other side of the building. How long does it take to lay carpet? The unit isn’t that big. It’s tiny like mine.
I’ve been watching youtube videos and my uku lessons, but they don’t block out all the noises. I don’t want to have to complain, again, about noise. I’ve already complained about it a few times. I don’t want people to think im a whinging spinster who lives in a cave and screams get off the lawn or what’s with the racket, it’s almost 6:15, people are trying to sleep.
I feel so old sometimes complaining and its hopeless, all I can do is cry.
I even left to take books to a charity shop and when I returned it was till noisy.
I hate neighbours and I hate buildings. Can’t wait till I can move.
It happens everyday now. The thumping. The crying. The screaming in the stairway. It’s getting worse but I can’t block it out. I tried to complain, but all I get is dismissal. No one wants to listen. No one cares about my petty problems. Everyone is in their own world and tell me I’m the one with the problem. They can’t hear the noises I hear so they don’t know what I’m whingeing about.
But it is there. And I can hear it. The thumping from upstairs. The squeaking from the door next door. The slamming of the wire door from across the stairs. The loud music from the brat downstairs. The screaming and swearing and fighting from he drunks next door. I hear everything. But no one cares. And I hate it.
It’s hard to sleep. It’s hard to eat. I can’t concentrate. I keep waiting for the noise that I know will come. But no one cares. They tell me how lucky I am to live across from the shopping centre. No one ever tells me how lucky I am that the street lights invade my bedroom at night, even though I have two rows of curtains hanging at the window. Or how lucky I am to have constant sirens and traffic outside the window. Or how lucky I am that I get ringside seats to the neighbour circus every day and night.
I’m stressed out but no one cares. I have no one to talk to. I can’t work. I can’t write my novel. I only want to watch movies and shows to block out the world. Movies like the sound of music and 2 broke girls. Women who are proactive and have control of their lives. They don’t sit at home sad with no friends in front of a computer all day.
I want to change my life, but it’s really hard with no money. Hopefully the future will be happier and I can move away from this hell.
Text (c) Olivia Ashe 2013. Memes taken from internet search.