Seriously. I know it’s only 9.30, but they have some sort of toy they keep setting off and it’s so loud, and mixed with their hideously squeaky voices it just becomes super aggravating.
What puzzles me is that the kids next door are 13 and 15. Well, I say they are next door…their grandmother lives next door (the grandfather did too, but he died a few years ago. :”’() and the kids are always pushed onto her to look after. Their mother is a crazy bitch and enjoys parking her car in the way of our driveway. Maybe the annoying children drove her to this TOTAL INSANITY.
I’m not sure where this post is going, but I’ll just go with the flow. I’m starved for attention these days.
So yeah, back to discussing the neighbours. The woman next door has two children as far as I’m aware. One is the crazy bitch and one seems to be a 45 year old virgin. (I assume, I don’t know anything about him. Yes, I’m a bitch.) The children, therefore, are definitely not his, therefore must be the 13 and 15 year old. How many 13 and 15 year olds run about their grandparents’ gardens playing!? THIS MAKES ME EVEN ANGRIER. They should be getting high and having sex like the kids seem to enjoy doing these days. Or maybe they should be doing what I did when I was their age…playing with beanie babies and obsessing over Crazy Taxi on the Dreamcast. ANYTHING. I just don’t want them screaming about the garden.
Of course, this makes me wonder just how deathly annoying I was when I was younger. I loved playing in the garden. We had a swing and a slide and a sandbox and a paddling pool (God, I’m sounding like the poorly characterised autistic guy from The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night here) and lots of other stuff. I was in the garden constantly from as soon as Spring came ’til the end of Autumn. Being a child, naturally I wasn’t massively aware of the world around me…so I am sorry to say that I must have, therefore, created my fair share of noise. I had a cap gun I used to love playing with too (though I feared it and held it as far away from my face as possible, as my father told me I could deafen myself with it), which would have created a nice and horrifying din for our neighbours.
When I was a young child we had neighbours with “children” who were about the same age as I am now. Perhaps they sat in their rooms writing into their diaries (let’s remember, no blogs way back in those days!) about the fucking annoying brats next door. I’ll never know. I guess I’m a hypocrite either way.
I miss those days. Jumping into the range of a sprinkler these days just makes me cold and wet. Why wasn’t it cold when I was younger? Th same goes for the sea. I remember running into the sea as quick as possible as a child, never having to get used to the temperature. It takes me forever now. Maybe the unpleasant memories just fade faster with time.
It’s funny how much fun I had at the beach despite not being able to swim. I adored the beach. I also got emotionally attached to my airbeds. I cried one time when we had to throw one away because it wouldn’t deflate (therefore wouldn’t fit into the suitcase). That was probably the best holiday I ever had. It was only in Spain, but I had such an amazing amount of fun. After being at the beach all day I’d get something to eat then go to the hotel pool until it got dark. Everyone seemed to bore of the pool by about 5pm, so I had free roam of it.
The other thing about that particular holiday that stands out is the craze of the time…VIRTUAL PETS. When I went I already had one virtual pet. It was called Bobo and was a little anal dog that insisted on having it’s food exactly at 5pm every day and going to bed exactly at 11pm every day. Bobo liked schedule, and as fun as he was, I wanted something different…and I sure got that!
I remember buying three virtual pets during my stay, but I only recall details of two of them. The first was a total rip-off of the Nanopet, which was close behind the good old Tamagotchi in popularity. I enjoyed this one very much…until one day, during this holiday, I went to have a bath and told my sister to look after it. 20 minutes later she comes running to me showing me it had died. :”(
The second one I remember is the best. I got it at some odd market in the town. It was supposed to be a cat, but when I turned it on it seemed to be a hexagon with eyes. No matter…it would grow into a cat eventually.
The problem with the hexagon with eyes wasn’t it’s appearance…it was how to keep it alive. Every time you did something for it, it would go through an odd sequence of Chinese letters, and it would either change, stay the same or die. Thing was, deciding to clean up pee instead of poop would cause it to die. It got to the point where the thing horrified me. I kept it going, but I felt so nervous with it. I WAS A WREAK.
Virtual pets were hilarious come school time. By primary 6 I had about a dozen of them, as did my sister, and because we weren’t allowed them in school, we left them at home for our parents to look after. They knew we’d be way too upset if one died, so they got pretty stressed out looking after the 12 little bastards. They probably neglected our real live cat for them.
But I’m gibbering just a little, aren’t I? You know what though? THE CHILDREN NEXT DOOR HAVE SHUT UP. HALLELUJAH!!