Almost a decent balance
Last night did not go well--the pill I took, a 1g dose of something called Melatonin, succeeded in making me drowsey, but I did not fall asleep until about 2:45am.
The neighbors started their music at 12:50. I knocked at 1. I wrote a letter after they refused to open their door (you know, speak civilly) at 1:10. And they actually wrote a poorly structured, juvenile letter back that they left on my door and ran (I at least tried letting them know I was there, ready to speak politely) right in the middle of 24 tonight. So it seems like an act of war... and they are two stereotypical black undergrad-aged women. Unless they do raise above the stereotypes they have so seemed to enjoy promoting in the last few months, the most they will be able to do is get one of their friends (their cousin, actually, as stated in their reply letter) to assault me.
Something I've been waiting for for a long time, actually--wondering if I could keep myself calm if someone started attacking me. Wondering if I could will myself to remain peaceful so, whether they finished hospitalizing me or realized my cunning plan and left me only slightly sore and bruised, the assaulter would face criminal charges. It's an odd dream of justice--a new-age way of fighting a battle (so if I died, I'd go to Valhalla).
I can't say what will come of this war... my parents fired the first shot via mail, but from far, so it is still early to tell if they hit anything. This afternoon, I warned my RA and succeeded her to my side. She said she would contact the hall director some time tonight, so the first set of actions in silencing the disrespectful have indeed come.
After I took a shower this morning (after settling my stomach upon seeing my roommates hideous gaping mouth for the first time in over a month upon thrusting self out of bed) things got better. Stats class still seems easy, and I don't have to make up any homework--or the test I missed. I just need to do well on my final. And I was able to make an appointment with the dean of my college. Also got four more Philosophy readings done, and two summaries--one I'll need to finish up in the morning before getting to class. Will set the clock for 9:30.
Afternoon was unexciting save for finding two potential contacts in my self-proclaimed quest for finding as much as I can about how Ragnarok was produced (and one actually detailed a little bit in a comment on my synopsis of the night two posts below--very cool that; thanks Matthew Rossi).
Strangely, though, as the sky darkened tonight, sanities snapped one by one. Things simply began unravelling--as they did last night. But fortunately they (mostly) ceased about the time 24 came on (good episode tonight--hopefully good episodes for the rest of the season). I can only hope the villains next door won't set to go out of their way in condemning their own fate (because it'd be nice to have even more examples of evidence against them, but it would be nicer to get a good night's sleep).
Drowsey I am. I will watch Futurama, and then I will try to get more than 3 hours of sleep.
The neighbors started their music at 12:50. I knocked at 1. I wrote a letter after they refused to open their door (you know, speak civilly) at 1:10. And they actually wrote a poorly structured, juvenile letter back that they left on my door and ran (I at least tried letting them know I was there, ready to speak politely) right in the middle of 24 tonight. So it seems like an act of war... and they are two stereotypical black undergrad-aged women. Unless they do raise above the stereotypes they have so seemed to enjoy promoting in the last few months, the most they will be able to do is get one of their friends (their cousin, actually, as stated in their reply letter) to assault me.
Something I've been waiting for for a long time, actually--wondering if I could keep myself calm if someone started attacking me. Wondering if I could will myself to remain peaceful so, whether they finished hospitalizing me or realized my cunning plan and left me only slightly sore and bruised, the assaulter would face criminal charges. It's an odd dream of justice--a new-age way of fighting a battle (so if I died, I'd go to Valhalla).
I can't say what will come of this war... my parents fired the first shot via mail, but from far, so it is still early to tell if they hit anything. This afternoon, I warned my RA and succeeded her to my side. She said she would contact the hall director some time tonight, so the first set of actions in silencing the disrespectful have indeed come.
After I took a shower this morning (after settling my stomach upon seeing my roommates hideous gaping mouth for the first time in over a month upon thrusting self out of bed) things got better. Stats class still seems easy, and I don't have to make up any homework--or the test I missed. I just need to do well on my final. And I was able to make an appointment with the dean of my college. Also got four more Philosophy readings done, and two summaries--one I'll need to finish up in the morning before getting to class. Will set the clock for 9:30.
Afternoon was unexciting save for finding two potential contacts in my self-proclaimed quest for finding as much as I can about how Ragnarok was produced (and one actually detailed a little bit in a comment on my synopsis of the night two posts below--very cool that; thanks Matthew Rossi).
Strangely, though, as the sky darkened tonight, sanities snapped one by one. Things simply began unravelling--as they did last night. But fortunately they (mostly) ceased about the time 24 came on (good episode tonight--hopefully good episodes for the rest of the season). I can only hope the villains next door won't set to go out of their way in condemning their own fate (because it'd be nice to have even more examples of evidence against them, but it would be nicer to get a good night's sleep).
Drowsey I am. I will watch Futurama, and then I will try to get more than 3 hours of sleep.
posted by SJ at 3/21/2005 10:03:00 PM
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