This is CAKETOWN!

This. This is what made me cry tears of joy.

Excess is the new moderation

Absolutely gorgeous weekend. The sun is shining (for now, anyway - it's due to start raining soon, and there may be hail along with it), it's warm for the first time this year... and I have wasted all the sunshine, choosing instead to do a little spring cleaning. The obsessive, scrubbing the walls and washing curtains and vacuuming under the couch before you shampoo the carpet kind of cleaning. I sure know how to have a good time.

My windows are open at the moment, letting the fresh air blow in, and you can smell a hint of rain. Spring is so welcome right now. I'm sure I say this every singl year around this time, but I really love spring. I love the vivid green that springs up everywhere, I love the flowers and the new leaves on the trees - the smell of fresh-cut grass is one my my favorite things. I just want to go outside and read a book, soak up the sunshine. There's certain music that only feels right on a sunny spring day, I can drive with the windows down again, I can wear tank tops again... I am positively giddy.

I'm super-pissed about Heroes being on hiatus for so damn long, though. What kind of bullshit is this? I want to watch my damn show. Thank god House comes back this week. I get cranky when I am not entertained in a manner of my choosing. So... yeah, I think that's it for now. I'll be back to bitch about something else before too long, I'm sure.

10 Inches? Ha!

Turns out that was nothing. Last Wed. - Fri. we got 17+ inches. (Probably closer to 20, but by Friday it had dwindled, I had to go in to work, and I stopped paying attention.) Biggest storm I've seen since coming to MN. Good times, good times.

In other news, I am kicking ass on Viva Pinata. Crackdown promises to be much fun, and Bullet Witch is pretty but so far plays sorta badly. Must earn more achievements and thus increase my worth as a gamer. Apparently I am making many faux pas in my shooter style according to the hubby, but it's a learning curve. Someday I'll be better. Surely I get points for trying.

I have a snotty neighbor who lives across the hall with what I assume is her boyfriend. She is snotty in that, when passing in the hall, a smile and a friendly hello is met with an averted gaze. She would sooner pretend no one is speaking to her than return what I consider to be common courtesy. So, fine. The other night I am woken at 4:00 by a loud pounding sound coming from somewhere outside my apartment. At first I try to ignore it and go back to sleep, but it keeps on going and going, and soon I start to think maybe someone is lying in the hallway bleeding to death and desperately trying to summon help. So I get out of bed and look through my peephole to see if I can spot anything. I see snotty blonde (Did I mention she is blonde? It seems typical... pretty blonde who thinks she is better than her neighbors. but I digress.) outside her door in her pj's and a robe, pounding with both fists on her door - she is clearly locked out and trying to get back in. I stick my head out the door and ask if she would like to use a phone. She says yes, so I hand her the cordless. After pushing an odd number of buttons several times, she says she can't get it to work. I am thinking maybe the battery is dead - it happens - so I take it back and offer her the other. She can't get this one to work either, and says so. I take it from her and ask for her number, and at this point I can smell her breath. She smells like she has consumed a bottle of rubbing alcohol. I presume this is why dialing the phone is so hard. So I dial her number for her, twice, and get voice mail both times. I mention that we could call the after-hours emergency number, and she says "I know he's in there" then stalks off to the stairwell at the end of the hall and disappears. No thank you or anything like that. So fine, I go back inside and try to sleep some more. This proves difficult, as she eventually returns to pound and kick on the door some more. By the time I finally get out of bed at 6, she is gone.

This amuses me for two reasons. One - You cannot be locked out of our apartments. the door unlocks when you open it from inside. the only way you can lock yourself out is by using a key to lock it up behind you and then lose said key, or if someone locks the door behind you from inside. Now, I don't know what happened, but I like to imagine that the boyfriend locked her out of the apartment for something at 4 am. Two - Now when she tries to be snotty and not look at me in the hall - I can laugh at her.