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Got into a big thing with the neighbors last night. Same thing as always, they were making noise and playing music at 2am. This time it was country and it wasn't too loud, so I figured it was at least sedate enough that I could fall asleep to it. But then they went out in the hall and started talking to a different neighbor, the prostitute. So finally, I went out in the hall and I was like "Guys, can you do this tomorrow? I have to work in the morning," even thought I didn't really have to. Then he comes out like "How is this my problem?" and I'm like "It's fricking 2am and you woke me up." and blah blah blah. He called me a faggot and I'm like "Are you in middle school? You think calling me a name is going to intimidate me?" He asked if I knew his name for some reason, I said I did, and he's like "Why do you know my name?" I'm like "Uhh... because your friends shout it at you all night and it's on your mailbox?" I said I was going to call the landlord, he told me to do it, so I shut my door and called him, left an angry message like "I'm paying you so I have a place to sleep. Do your job and control these people." Then five minutes later, the guy stood in front of my door and called the landlord, and he actually answered. The kid was like "Yeah, I just had a complaint from another tennant. But it wasn't me. I don't know what he's talking about. It wasn't me." Way to be responsible for your actions, you little kid. But then they all went inside their rooms and I went back to bed. I heard the prostitute yelling at someone, presumably because I've told her about 6 times to turn her music down at 7am. Apparently my desire to sleep is inconveniencing her. These people don't understand they live in a building with other people, and that means you have to sacrifice certain things that you're allowed to do when you live in a house.

15 minutes later, he knocked on my door and we went at it again, only not so hard. He was like "Why are you calling the landlord on me?" I was like "This isn't your mommy's house, other people live here. If you disturb them, you're at fault." And he's like "Do you know the curfew laws?" like that had anything to do with it. He said I've woken him up before, which was a total lie. Yeah, I come home at 3am on the weekends, but I'm always super quiet and he's probably up anyways. Eventually, he said "If you have a problem with me, tell me. Don't call the landlord." And I'm like "That's what I did, and you started giving me shit. So I gotta go above your head." Finally, he apologized, I said thank you, and we said goodnight.

This morning, the prostitute was blaring gospel with her door open again, and someone else in the building told her to turn it down. That makes three people that she's bothered, yet she's still self-righteous. Then her nephew was running through the hallways and pounding on my door. As I left, he came out into the hallways and said "Hey, Brett." So apparently, she must be complaining about me to this seven year old kid. Like I have done anything wrong in this whole ordeal.

I am surrounded by idiots. I want to move, but my lease is for another four months. Though I am somewhat pleased with myself. Not too long ago, I would have been too scared to have a conflict, or I would have backed down right away. Not anymore, suckers.