ArchAngelQ ([info]archangelq) wrote,
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I'm alive! And moving! Oh joy....

So, I've ranted about how I loath the apartment complex I'm living in before, and today certainly helped that.

Oh, let me start by saying, I was going to update again once I'd moved, but tonight provided me amusing fodder, so here it is.

College students. They have taken over this place. At least half the residences are filled with the little buggers, which means over half the breathing, if not entirely conscious bodies that 'live' in this place. And I'm not talking about the "I wanted to come to UC Santa Cruz for the liberal arts, gay/lesbian scene, and crazyness" sort. I mean the "Mom and Dad wanted me the fuck outa the house, so I went to UC on their dime, but I'd really rather be drinking" sort. They play ding dong ditch. At 10:00pm+. Awesome stuff. Now, I've never been near enough the door to catch them at it before... but not tonight.

So, hot, frazzled, frustrated at my mother, and busy as hell packing, I hear this ring of my doorbell. And then another. And then half a dozen more. And I'm pissed. I put down the dishes, I run out into the hall, and halfway down it: the loathsome beasts themselves. FINALLY. So, I go charging, full bore, down the hall after them. I'm yelling obscenities at the top of my lungs. I'm cursing all their kind, loathsome college students. I'm puffed up so full, that while I have a moment of hesitation as to, hey, I saw three guys running away, I brush it off. Turns out they are scared shitless. They, and three of their wench-things are huddled on both sides of the elevator entrances, trying to appear as though they where part of the metal. I yell again. I call them nasty things. I tell them I'm calling the cops. I hear one of the more intelligent (if such a word fits) 'women' for lack of a better word, tell them 'I told you so'.

By the time I make it back to my apartment, I'm laughing. It was great fun. My righteous indignation turned to good use.

Oh, and it was only afterward that I realized I was wearing my 'Manhattan' t-shirt while doing all this. I can only imagine that helped ;)

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