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okay, so i registered a complaint with the police about our lovely neighbors, who have decided to have a party in their garage and play their charming music at a volume so loud that i can hear it in our sealed up bedroom, as well as the rest of the house. apparently if the cop ever shows up i will have to talk to him...whatever. i hate our neighbors. dave says i'm going to be a mean and cranky old lady, but i get really stressed out about the bass, for some reason.
tonight dave and i went to see "troy," which i liked, although i don't really see why they changed some aspects of the story, when it's a pretty well-known tale.
and there was some fucking bratty little boy sitting next to dave, who talked through a good part of the movie. dave told him and his mother that their talking was disturbing us, and he said the mother looked at him like HE was the one being rude. i hope her kid gets punched in the face at school. he was old enough to shut the fuck up. and not old enough to be at a nearly 3 hour long, r-rated movie.
okay, so apparently i'm being a crabby mean old lady tonight. grrr!!!!!

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so the cop just showed up and made them be quiet. he said they would probably keep it down, and asked if it was a regular occurence. and to call back if we had any more problems. i think he was fairly covert about coming to the house, so maybe they won't know it was us.