Men's Dorm

It is Friday night, October 15th, 2010, post-dating posts.

No lounging, visiting or loud talking, that may be disturbing to other residents will be allowed in the common areas between the hours of 10:00Pm and 7:00AM.

It is quiet tonight, but check clock as conversations start: 10:03PM, 10:15PM, and I do not know, did not write down the times. I feel like I am living in a men's dormitory or group home. I was close to banging my head on John's wall a night or two ago. I was close to screaming, I mean that primal scream, a long, loud, howling the other evening.

It's just noise, it's just noise, it's just noise; it is just someone talking; it is just John singing and ya know you love happy people singing, why are you getting so bent outta shape. Maybe because his singing voice is got-awful and he has his kitchen radio blaring and I had a horrid morning listening to Chris' thousand phone back to back phone calls and...

I am at my wits end. No money to move, not that Long Beach has any apartments that cost less than this one. They do not. Saw a sign for apartment: $550. ~ I was ready to move in, sight unseen. No kitchen. Welll, I could live with that, have a kitchen but no stove here. Could use microwave. Um, 'frig. Can get a college dorm size mini. Um, how could I carry it? They must deliver right? How do I move furniture? Um, sell it, donate it, get air mattress and sleep on the floor.

Wonder it they have roaches; looks like a nice well-kept home. Forgot about calling when I got back from beach or where ever I walked to that day. Clueless as to where I wrote down the phone number.

Off topic again. Men's dorm. Thought John suddenly increased the volume other night. It was a bit early to go to bed yet that drone was getting on my nerves. Think I was writing an article for AC when I started losing it ~ my sanity. How long? Do not recall, 3 hours? When I finally opened front door, aha, it was not John, but Doug's stereo or TV blaring. I started walking down to Doug's apartment, as much as I dreaded asking him to lower it. After 1AM, sigh.

As I approached Doug's apt. I heard Chris' voice, turned around, back to my apt. slamming both doors shut as loud as I could make them. I had seen Chris at Doug's door earlier in the day and how many hundreds of hours have I listened to them gab right outside my front door. Surprisingly soon after I slammed doors, the volume lowered ~ 1:38AM sticks in my mind.