The thought of living in a house instead of an apartment is supposed to be better right? I guess so, unless you have neighbors who don't speak English.
Since moving into this house, all I have been experiencing is loud foreign language. A very toxic Chinese family, where mostly every day is loud Chinese followed by loud swearing. The swearing is coming from the spoiled sons. I am not sure why bilingual people mix English with the whatever other language they speak in. For one, YOU'RE NOT IN CHINA ANYMORE, second, just because you're speaking in another language, doesn't mean jack crap that no one can hear you! Especially if the older father is watering the so called garden they have and his very irritated wife is talking about something before 7:00am. More worse if its on a Saturday morning. It has gotten a little better after many dirty looks, yelling back, writing a letter, calling the cops, and then imitate the language if their conversations are heard. Though, it has started again with a new family that moved in behind us. What language will be coming out of this house? Japanese of course! C'mon! I live in Hawaii! It has to be Japanese! What makes this harder is, it is a single mom with 2 young boys... who JUST moved to Hawaii. I am not sure how my landlord found her, but I guess it's a sympathy card for the landlords, who are immigrants of China. (Jesus Christ, Hawaii has gotten worse with this so called melting pot). Instead of angry Chinese in the morning, its whinny little Japanese boy. Now, I've taken Japanese when I was in high school. I am not fluent but just to get me by. So is the mom. She knows just enough English to get by. I really don't care if her son wakes up cranky at 6:30 in the morning. I don't care if you woefully plea "It's very hard with two small boys." I don't give a fuck!! It's too damn early for any type of noise. The only noise I can let go, to a point, are the mopeds going up and down my street. It's not they are constantly revving their engines like they are about to drag race. (Ok, as I type this, the little boy just started a fit and the mom is just letting it go. Thanks a lot!) Here's the thing. Not only I don't like waking up to whinny kids, I don't like the sound of ball being kicked against the house. I don't like the sound of running around the houses. I don't give a shit if you were too damn stupid to fuck twice and still be single. These are YOUR children. YOU are the mother. YOU make your children behave. If not, I will tell you to keep the noise down. I will even write in Hiragana for you to understand what the hell I'm trying to say. Oh no. What I get is "Oh, it's very hard with two small boys, they like to play" bullshit. There is a park not even 5 minutes up the street. UTILIZE IT! That is why this state built them. For kids to burn off energy and for bums to get drunk and shoot up. It got to the point where our landlord came knocking on our door at 9:00 pm one night. Saying that the new neighbor called them asking if she was doing anything wrong about the noise. Um, yes, she is doing something wrong about the noise. She ain't telling her kids to shut up! That got me more angry! How fucking dare she call upon the landlord because people are telling her to keep it down. Don't make like YOU'RE the victim here. Do not make us look like we are being mean to you. We just ask you to keep the noise down. Apparently she thinks that we want no noise at all... period! That would be nice, but it's not going to happen. I am not loud in the house, neither are my dad and boyfriend. The only that would be loud is maybe the TV. But the volume is at level 7. Can barely hear it from outside. I'm thinking, 'great! Close all the windows and doors. Don't walk to hard, it's too loud. Don't fart at all, she's going to hear it and complain to the landlord. I think she is deaf. For this morning, I hear a squeaking sound that was totally unbearable. Worse than fingernails on a chalkboard. I look out the window, and she is, attempting to pump air into a bicycle tire. For 10 excruciating minutes, I assume the tire is all good. But OMFG! I wanted to gauge my eyes out and poke my ears with pencils! I don't know why this is happening. All I wanted was to transition to a house and in hopes that the noise level will be down to a minimum. I guess not. The universe doesn't want me to relax in a place called home.
My loving boyfriend has acquired a new position at the university. It is wonderful because he gets paid more than what he was getting at his last job. Since I am unemployed (because places ONLY want a useless degree to work part time, or just to volunteer), I go to the university and have lunch with him. The past couple of months while the back house was getting "fixed", the noise of the power tools were taking a toll on me. So I would stay with my boyfriend at work till the day was done, and the landlord went home for the day. Now that the house is fixed, but the new neighbors are getting to me, I tend to frequent the campus more. But just because I am in the safety of being away from the house, doesn't mean it is better. I am surrounded by college kids. What makes it worse, they are STUPID! From riding skateboards on the sidewalk where it is clearly marked with a sigh saying "Walk your wheels" to girls wearing extremely short shorts where they have to constantly dig their poon or ass to get the fabric out, what happened during lunch time kinda tops my opinion about the kids who attend this school. A bunch of boys were eating lunch a few tables from myself and my boyfriend. They started laughing hysterically at each other while one of them was holding his iPhone. (apparently college students have iPhones but can't afford slippers or footwear for I see a lot of them walking barefoot). The laughter didn't push me over the edge till they started to leave. As one by one got up, they dragged the chair back in position under the table. There were 5 of them so 5 chairs being dragged is quite annoying. One of them started to laugh because he was making so much noise, proceeded to drag the chair slowly. When he was finally done, I eyed one of his friends and he just smiled at me, unknowingly that I am making a carbon copy of his face, so when I see him and his friends again, I will attempt to make noise by bashing a chair against their heads. Not only they were being stupid, a worker of the eating area did not do anything to make them stop. He was just sitting down and texting on his iPhone. Probably Facebooking "omfg is it 6 o'clock yet? I wonder if these guys will stop dragging the chairs". Good lord! You work here FFS! Put your phone down, get off your ass, and show some authority. But then again, he is probably the same age as those punks. This is why I don't want to attend this school. I'll murder everyone in the classroom or who walks by me. I just can't believe that their parents will spend so much money on them to "attempt" to get an education from this school, unknowingly their children are acting like stupid zoo animals with their iPhones and skateboards while they walk barefoot to class. I wonder if the parents of these idiots had them young and didn't know jack shit how to raise them. Guess they will get along with my neighbor quite well. They have something in common with each other.
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