Msdezine

Tuesday, Sept. 10, 2002

11:34 p.m.

Just got back from seeing Coldplay at The Greek Theatre. Great show despite having seats by the idiots behind us who were both drunk and obnoxiously high, yakking their heads off and singing so loudly preventing me from enjoying the first half of the concert.

Clapping was almost next to impossible since my hands were covering my poor ears, protecting them from the equally obnoxious, shrill-pitched whistles one of the guys was projecting.

Dirty looks didn't work. I kept turning back to give them dirty looks, as did the other people around us and they still didn't even get it, not that I expected them to get it in the condition they were in. I wanted to tell them I didn't pay to hear them sing.

J-boy told me to try and block them out of my mind, but as hard as I tried, my anger wouldn't allow me to do so.

I found myself pressing my body against the seat in front of me, thinking that an extra 4 inches would help me not hear them as much over Coldplay. It seemed to help a little. Just a little.

Luckily, the two guys disappeared after awhile and I was left to enjoy the 2nd half of the concert.

Chris Martin, singer for the band is amazing. I was like, "Wow, wow, wow," especially after The Scientist. Such talent, such passion, such charisma, such wonderful stage presence. I would love to get to know him.

Tomorrow, I'm going to buy their 2nd album, .

Oh, and I want to be a drummer! Maybe a keyboardist. Hey, I played the piano for 7-8 years.

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It seems lately I've been getting ticked off rather easily.

Last night, I was so pissed off that I acquired a horrible headache. Some woman in the building next to mine was crying audaciously for a straight 3-4 hours after midnight! I mean, I went to bed at 1:30 and she was still crying at 3 in the morning!

I shut my window and I could still hear her. Then it got hot so I turned on the ac, which drowned her out a bit, but I could still hear her. Then, it got too cold so I had to turn it off. I just could not sleep. I shouted out the window, telling her to shut up but that did no good since she probably didn't even hear me. I played with the idea of calling the cops, but I didn't. J-boy told me I should have. Next time I will.

Finally, I grabbed my comforter slept in the livingroom, hoping it'd be less noisy. It wasn't. But, I stayed their on the floor, talking to Puma and eventually I fell asleep, only to wake up about an hour later when the crying stopped. Then, I crawled back into bed.

You don't just wail that loud at that time of the hour for several hours straight. At least have some common courtesy for your neighbors. Hey! I understand you may be blue, but hell, you don't need to bring your neighbors down with you. Maybe I'd understand a little better if I knew you were a crazy woman or something but then, whoever takes care of you should do something about the noise volume. Am I just being a bitch or what?

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Not only have I been pissed at home and at the concert tonight, I was pissed at work today. It was just a little thing, really, but I was sooo annoyed.

See, there's this retired salesman....I'll call him F-salesman who's coming back to work shortly. He stopped by today and he'll be working in the office space behind me.

I cannot stand his voice. It's low, it's annoying, it just plain irritates me. Even after I put on my earphones and pump up the volume, I can still hear his baritone slur.