Looks like I'll probably be dealing with a little (more) turbulence in the near future. I haven't really said much about my actualy life lately, so I guess this will be the post of posts that describes how things are going for me these days. I'll try not to be excessively emo, but all online journals pertaining to personal life are inevitably emo so this might be a difficult task.

School has of course been going along. Being that it is only the third week or so, it's not been too hectic. All of the lectures take place in the large lecture halls, which has made this term moderately impersonal so far. But after all of the discussion classes I did last time, it's a welcome change. My only issue, though I'e grown accustomed to it, is that my first class begins at 9 am. This means that I have to wake up at 8 am to prepare for it. If anything, I'm not a morning person. Or at least I'm not a pre-9 am person. I've been constantly falling asleep in my classes because I simply can't stay awake in a lecture hall at that time of the morning.

Another issue is that I have to get halfway across campus between classes within nine minutes. This is a considerable task if you are walking. I usually get to this particular class about a minute or two late, and my legs are sore from speedwalking the whole way. Luckily, the situation has worked itself out for me, sort of. The professor of the class always starts late, so I don't miss anything. Also, no matter how full the hall gets, there is some sort of mysterious stigma to certain chairs in the room so that they are never used by anyone other than myself. If there's one thing that I don't like, it's trying to get passed people in a large row of theatre seating. The extra chairs are like my blessing. Thank goodness!

The title of this post hasn't really pertained much to the content so far, but now it will. The day before Easter began a new series of unfortable events among this household marks the beginning of these events. The mother of the family I live with was in the kitchen making some sort of Easter meal or something. This is not uncommon. She had the television on at full volume for hours as she did this. Now, I don't know about your own television experiences, but have you actually tried to put a TV at full volume? It's so damn loud that the televsion will probably explode at any moment. I can't even put a television on medium volume before it starts becoming uncomfortably loud. After numerous hours, I became so tired of this that I moved off into the kitchen and turned it down, personally. The brief exchange we had over this action was mildly average and it seemed all was well. With a satisfactory level of volume that I couldn't hear but she surely could, I returned to my joyful dealings in my room.  An hour later, she turned the volume back up. As I pulled my hair in frustration, anger in my heart, I tried to outlast the noise and she turned it off eventually.

The next day, there was more noise. From both the above television and other equally loud televisions in the house. Seeing as I had to study for school, this was not acceptable to me. I placed a note requesting that she please tone it down a little. When I came back from work that day, the note was gone. But was the noise gone? Not at all. The television still blared on, easily piercing the walls to my room and annoying me to extremes I never believed imaginable.

Two days after the first note, I left a second note. This note was not as nice as the first, but not threatening either. It was similarly removed. But was the noise removed? I think you can guess where this is going.

Four days of moderate to high noise later, she talks on the phone until 2 am. Now you may be thinking that talking on the phone is not something to get angry at, right? Well, you don't know this person. I've come to the conclusion that she absolutely can't do anything at a reasonable noise level. And I suspect she's being loud just to piss me off even more. This talking of hers, or should I say, near shouting, kept me up until she finally decided to shut up. This was after I took a sleeping pill, as well, because I simply was not going to sleep hearing her all the way across the house. finally I did sleep.

Earlier this morning, I came back to school to near silence. I figured I was the luckiest man alive. Then she turned on the television in the kitchen. I wasn't really angry at this new noise, but I finally had enough of it. I left a note to the owner of the house about the situation. I was not unrealistic in describing it, as I have no use for exaggeration. Now I'm sure there are going to be repercussions of some sort for me in such dealings, but if this finally gets her to shut up, I can live with it. 

Goodness gracious, this is one highly emo post, but at least I'm not telling you about wrist cutting and goth poetry.

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