right...

Things are getting back to normal, it would seem.  Back to class, back to teaching, back to combatting the karaoke beasts upstairs.  I can't believe they've driven me to another blog post... but there it is.  I haven't complained to them for awhile, but it seems they're as bitter as we've been about us complaining (not that I blame them, oh such stodgy folk are we serious students).  It's not like I enjoy knocking on their door to ask them to quiet down the kara-o-kay when the clock nears midnight, but it's a talent learned from rez life, just get out there and communicate! Yay!

... Anyway, they've stopped answering the door, it would appear, when they know it's me. I knocked... knocked... heard them talking, I thought, about me... rang the doorbell... definitely heard them talking about us (the vacuuming incident, so infamous it's become!)... and ok fine, I kicked the door a little.  What am I supposed to do when they know I'm down there but just won't respond... just walk away? Fuck that.  

They yelled down not to kick the door.

 I yelled up that I was going to bed. So thanks for wrapping it up.

I hate to increase the antagonism through any show of anger, but uh, I'm sorry. If my civilized requests are going to go ignored from now on, I'm at a loss of what to do.  I already try and turn up to my house as close to bedtime as possible.

I should have made them some desserts.  Maybe I should make some more and just try and start peace talks.  We should all learn a lesson from Gaza... fewer bombs, more desserts.

Oh, and Yellowknife was nice, by the way.

Happy New Year