I hope this is my neighbor's LAST new year's party

They don't deserve to party like this if they are greedy, noisy, careless slobs.

So anyways, I hope this is the last one as the apocalypse should happen 10 days before new year's eve next year. When it does come around (I hope it does), a huge hole will open over party central and they will perish in flames and bombs and huge spiky dicks for eternity.

Of course, I will magically survive and laugh my ass off at them.

Why I want the apocalypse to happen:

1: I will survive and so will my friends because we're awesome, so why not?
2: Too many people I don't want in this world.
3: It's funny to watch my neighbors receive their long-delayed but well-deserved punishment.
4: It's "scheduled" to happen (hopefully) before I have to do the dreaded junior paper (I will be in 11th grade next year). If it goes right, school would have to be closed for months or even years.
5: Me and my group of friends can take over our local city of Poway, rebuild it, and make it into a utopia just for us and other survivors we like to live the good life until we die.

So there.

Now a side note: I have been informed that the woman living at party central (the one I hate) officially cannot afford water anymore, so the pool is now rendered useless. That's what she gets for spending all her money literally on parties and fun, almost nothing essential. I can tell she's starting her journey down the Road of Deterioration. If it continues, she will reach a point where she can't pay her gas or electricity or mortgage (whatever that is) anymore and her debt will be mountainous. She will have to move out! :D

But I wonder. Where is her husband? I have NEVER seen or heard ANYTHING about him. She has 2 party-spoiled kids that are clearly not adopted. :S

2011 Christmas party disaster!

Hello everybody. I'm back from inactivity.

Since this summer, the level of activity I consider annoying has been absurdly low, until recently. My hate for my stupid neighbors had dropped to near zero. Then they managed to shoot it back up in one night to where it was about a year ago, a near record high hate level.

For me, the holidays are a time of happiness. But it has become apparent that for my neighbors, it is a time to intentionally ruin happiness for ME and only ME with their seemingly convoluted plans where their goal is to try and squeeze money out of my family and ONLY my family. They are honest with everyone else. Last year, the basket incident, they demanded I pay for it. Hell no. Go die in a pig butt.

You see, yesterday, Friday, December 9 2011, was a Christmas party. I didn't know about it until 3 hours before it was starting. My family was invited, but the people who are now apparently idiots failed to tell us when the invitation was sent a week ago. That is the first problem.

It was expected to be held in party central, indicated by the red circle:

But instead, much to my surprise, it was held here:

It started out very smoothly. But the rate of exponential worsening was increasing, exponentially. Within half an hour, the people hosting the party began demanding money out of me (to cover food and babysitting) and were insisting that I didn't RSVP, even though it couldn't have been clearer that I RSVP'd. If you looked at the eVite page, me and my sister are 3rd under the YES section. That is problem #2 and 3.

My dad had already paid, yet they were demanding 5 dollars per kid, per hour. That makes 10 dollars an hour for me and my sister. The problem (#4) with this is that the website says THREE dollars per kid, per hour. It became clear in less than 0.0000000000000001 seconds that they were trying to wring more money out of us when they had full knowledge that we already paid. I think it's because they KNOW we are relatively wealthy, as we own two cars, one of them a black Mercedes-Benz. (This post is being written from my new $1300 computer.)

Within 3 minutes, the lady who lives in party central and DOESN'T live in the house where the party was held decided to seize power and rudely kick both me and my sister out of a house that doesn't belong to her. She wouldn't let us back until we paid too much money that was already paid. That is problem #5.

All these problems were cause by a sixth and final problem, they literally overhauled all the plans at the last minute and apparently told everyone but us, intentionally.

So we didn't come back. Instead, I spent the rest of the night scheming up dozens of terrorist-level ideas to ruin them and their faces forever, even though it's likely all of them (but one) cannot be executed without me getting in trouble. That one idea that wouldn't get me in trouble isn't my idea. It's the 2012 apocalypse that just so happens to be December 21st next year. I actually want it to come so I can sit back in my shelter with popcorn, laughing my ass off at their hopeless screams of terror.

So anyways, one of the hosts (not the one who kicked us out) came to my house the next morning, fruitlessly trying to apologize. She talked for 10 minutes and I was all SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP GO AWAY!

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In my opinion, you should be responsible for your own parties. You shouldn't demand that your participants pay for everything, down to the smallest damage, or get kicked out. You are inviting monkey-kids and their drunk parents into your own house; DO NOT expect everything to go unbroken and all peachy. If something breaks, you should pay for it yourself as the host, because you basically were asking for it.

Note: I am still mad at them.

LOL, LIMEWIRE

Laundry light/A.C. unit induced insomnia + other nuisances

My stupid next-door neighbor who has three stupid little girls has been driving me crazy recently. Actually, they've been doing that since they moved here.

They have a laundry room window that is directly across from my bedroom window. Every night, they turn it on for over a half hour. The worst part is they always do it as soon as I'm about to fall asleep. It is incredibly bright and even brighter when your pupils are huge at night.

One particular night last week, they had it on until 3 AM. Fucking torture. These photos are from that night.

This isn't as dark as it seems. Remember, my pupils were huge and I could
see everything in my room.

Open the curtain and voila, hurting eyes for the next hour.

Here is a picture of their window at another angle:

Notice the tree.

Same angle in the morning:

If you turn left about 47 degrees and look downward by about 20 degrees, you will see the A.C. unit that makes sound in addition to the light that keeps me awake nightly. It always scares the crap outta me when I'm just about to fall asleep.

Sometimes, a plant grew into it or some shit like that and when it turns on, it makes a quick, loud grinding/shredding noise like GRRTTTZZZKZZZTTT before going WHIRRRRRRRRR for the rest of the night.

Same tree.

The curious part is that they only use it at night, starting precisely at 9:54 PM each time.

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The other nuisance happened a few days before the party madness. (http://this-irritates-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/party-madness-during-night-of-7-23-11.html) The same girls living there plus another one were in the backyard visible from the above image. I got suspicious when they began whispering secretively and I hear "climb", "flower", and "fence." Sure enough, one of the stupid little girls WENT INTO MY YARD and took a flower before jumping back in. I would've ratted them out, but then their parents would get mad at ME for being invasive.

The next and final nuisance for this post is the cats at "Party Central". They recently got even more cats that like to trespass onto my property. I want to kill them or at least launch a vinegar/cabbage juice filled balloon at one. And hit it.

The party madness during the night of 7-23-11

3 birthdays. 1 party. Enough noise energy to boil water. 15 HOURS of it. NO sleep. MISERY.

I am so messed up from last night that I'll just post some of the photos I got while snooping around.

These kids saw the camera and demanded a photo. So why not?

I took a lot of it.

HAPPY 1ST BIRTHDAY!!

This website is made possible by many things. I hate all those things but I'm thanking them at the same time. Thank you, all you stupid neighbors, kids, objects, and animals that made my site possible. So let's get to the party?

Nothing better than a cardboard cake that makes sparks, eh?

DANCING TIME, MOTHAFUGGAS

I'm a ROBOT

Empty presents. I just wanted the boxes and ribbons. It's for my latest evil scheme.

This Piñata is a painted animal. Note his terrified expression.

Parties are not complete without a PIE EATING CONTEST!!!

Obviously, I won.

Oh, where are my manners?! Biggest thanks to my waterpolo-loving friends who made the entire freshman year worthwhile. Without them, it would've literally been 50x worse.

Their names are Connor and Patrick. Patrick is on the left, Connor is to
the right.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND SEE YOU ALL SOON.

1st birthday coming on the 18th!

The preparations are falling into place like Tetris blocks. And in the good way.

Wait a second... won't dropping that piece cause the boxes to clear the
bottom 4 rows, thus making some disappear completely and cut some of the
boxes? I don't wanna buy replacement supplies.

Hopefully, the party will go smoothly. Usually, every birthday party I host always ends up like this:

Picture copyright Disney (Phineas & Ferb.)

The weird part is I never remember adding any gorillas. Or buying PINK cakes.

It's just ridiculous.

What's the ridiculousness? The fact the the younger kids (5th grade or below) of our generation are getting too much exposure to the outside world and all the things they shouldn't be experiencing.

The main thing is too much freedom on the internet.

1) Remember my Club Penguin addicted sister? Her CP Membership expires on the 25th of this month, and I was really pumped for it because then she would have nothing left to do, so then we can actually go out of the house to do REAL summer things WITHOUT the arguments with my sister that she wants to stay home. The way this usually happens is that I want to swim or go somewhere of at least medium-level enjoyableness outside of the house. Then we ask my sister if she wants to come and she's all "NOoOOOOOOooOOoo I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF DECORATING MY IGLOO AND TALKING WITH PEOPLE THAT CLAIM TO KNOW MEEEEE!!!". So then we suggest the I just go with my dad and leave my sister alone at home, but then we know she will just go like "CP CP CP CP CP" all day long (or until her eyes go red) until we get home. So this just turns out that nobody goes anywhere and the only happy one is my sister.

So anyways, remember I said I WAS pumped? I'm not anymore because my sister has discovered these things called private servers. It's like CP but with everything modified a bit and messed around (you could say customized) and put in another domain name. Also, the chat filter is completely gone and you can type ALL symbols/punctuation and numbers. People now have the ability to freely blather on about the dirtiest and most disturbing while being absolute potty mouths things ON A CHILDREN'S GAME (but modified) right in front of my almost 10 sister! That was the point I was trying to get to. Another thing I want to mention is that if those other penguins are kids of the same age as my sister (+ or - a year), why do they know all of... THAT?

However, her favorite private server crashed got shut down by Disney today due to legal issues (yes, private servers are somewhat illegal), so she's been playing very little and acting groggy while I have fun playing legitimate games and making paper models of polyhedrons, because I'm Asian.

So maybe if the private server doesn't come back, we can have the first good summer in 2 years.

2) The kids at her school obviously have too much exposure to YouTube and similar sites, especially the 4th and 5th graders. They know of all "memes", popular videos, and insanely popular but stupid videos; the viral ones that have tens/hundreds of millions of views. They go around potty-mouthing at school and constantly talking about Awesome Reach (WHY do they know of that?!), The Annoying Orange, asdfmovie, Leo & Satan, and all others you may know of.

They also all have Facebook accounts. I don't like that either.

The fact that they have so much internet freedom absolutely disgusts me. I don't know why.

3) 5th graders are now receiving sex ed. I know of this because my neighbor who has a pool (NOT party central) told me that they talked about "things" in class. He said the one kid raised his hand to ask about the "M-word" (The result is the "O-word", if you don't know what I mean, you're stupid). Then to my surprise, he said that the teacher actually began explaining it, IN DETAIL. What really disgusts me is why that kid knew about it. He obviously already knew about it and probably does it 5 times a night anyways and wanted to ask about it just because.

So, much stupidness and ridiculousness? I think YES! :D

My Irish friend's sister's iPod disaster.

This happened during the night of 4/28/11, starting around 6 PM and ending over four hours later. It all started from a missing iPod.

My Irish Friend was relaxing in his bedroom when his sister suddenly burst in, accusing him of stealing her iPod. That was a ridiculous accusation, he already had his own iPod for a long time and had no reason to take hers. He probably wouldn't want to, it's probably full of girly songs and she has a boyfriend who likely sends her... messages.

My Irish Friend has three sisters. The one in this post doesn't even have the same last name as him. His is Smith, hers is Beavers. So in this post I will call her the Blamey-Beaver. She likes blaming.

So, since he didn't take her iPod, he said "I don't have your iPod." She ignored that. She insisted that he took it, and it invariably led to an argument that soon caught the attention of their stepmother.

So now it also has the attention of their dad. He was calm at first.

I will call him Angry Man. He got very angry after Irish Friend denied that he took Blamey-Beaver's iPod. So then Irish Friend said, "If you're so sure I took her iPod, look around. I SWEAR I DON'T HAVE IT."

(Note: Parents always tend to lean on the daughter's side. This is certainly the case in my household.)

So he looked all over Irish Friend's room. VIOLENTLY. He overturned everything and opened up everything to find the iPod that was not there.

Before he looked around, the room was clean like this:

Then it was like this. But 5x worse.

After he made the mess, Irish Friend cleaned it up after telling his sister to look in her own room for the iPod.

Meanwhile, their dad (Angry Man) was flipping out. He was screaming and shouting and cussing as loud as he could while running around the house. You could hear it a block away.

This is their actual house. Don't be looking for any street signs or addresses,
because there aren't any, you creeper.

Eventually, his dad came back, still angry. He asked one more time if Irish Friend had taken Blamey-Beaver's  iPod and he said NO!!! Then Angry Man got crazy again. He messed up the room, again. And it was just done being cleaned.

At this point, Blamey-Beaver was bawling her eyes out. She ran away and went down to hide down by Rite Aid. It took them until 10 PM to finally find out where she was AND make her come home.

This is her likely path, about 0.77 miles or 3/4 miles.

After they got her home, everything was cooled down again. I still don't know if she ever found her iPod.

Anyways, you can see how a small, innocent object can cause a big mess and fill a house with the stench of stress and anger, which has happened many times in my life.

BYE-BYE FOR NOW.

My Spanish teacher's plant dilemma

My Spanish teacher doesn't have a green thumb. Every plant she buys dies within a week or two. This is the story she spent 10 minutes telling us.

The reason all her plants die seems undefined. She keeps them in light and waters them daily, yet they always wither.

Then came along the one little plant that seemed to live no matter what, and she rarely watered it. She was quite happy with it and was proud of herself.

She was unaware that this plant wasn't exactly a plant for two years. It finally came to her knowledge around a month and a half ago.

She got a call from her fiancée one night. These aren't the exact words and I cannot remember what they exactly were because I was laughing so hard in my notebook.

> Fiancée: Why is there water in the little plastic plant next to your bed?

> Teacher: Wha- what plastic plant?? I don't have one... much less one next to my bed.

> Fiancée: What are you talking about?! I see it right there, on your nightstand, full of water!

At this point, she got angry.

> Teacher: I DON'T HAVE A PLASTIC PLANT NEXT TO MY BED!!! I'M GOING HOME TO SEE WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT!!!

So she drove home 5 mph above the speed limit and went to her bedroom to see the plant.

> Teacher: Ohh, this isn't a fake plant. This is my little plant I have been taking care of for the past two years!

> Fiancée: It's fake. Take a REAL good look.

So she sat down, picked up the plant, and looked hard, very hard. After a few minutes, she noticed the metal wires running through the stems and the "soil" made from colored foam bits. For the very first time in two years, she realized that her plant was never real. She was absolutely bewildered.

At this point, the whole class was cracking up as she wrapped up her story.

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However, I have a few unanswered questions.

1: How come she didn't notice it wasn't growing?

2: Where did the water go after each watering?

3: Wouldn't the fake soil have started to grow mold on it?

4: Where was the plant in the store that she bought it from if she thought it was real? Possibly misplaced in the ACTUAL plants section?

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But this wasn't as bad as the time she accidentally glued her lips shut.

Garage sales are poop sales that attract hobos and old guys

They also attract A LOT of Mexicans, since I live in S. California.

There are three neighbors that have garage sales. They are the party central people (who have been strangely quiet for a month), the people who live across from them, and another one who lives on the adjacent street.

The three houses circled in red are the ones having poop sales.

I assume that they have to sell their crap every weekend is because they buy so much stuff with money that I don't even know where it comes from (they don't work, they just do parties, pool, and beach), then the junk gets old or unusable then they expect weird people to come and buy it.

These are some photos I took. Don't expect too much from a cell phone camera that can't even zoom and a pair of Russian binoculars.

This was some old dude. Why he needs those is beyond me.

And then I found my better camera.

This is their "Tiki bar" where they sell any junk they find at ridiculous prices.
(e.g.: one stale cookie for ¢50)

More poop.

Even more poop.

I think this is the guy who bought all those toys.

The stupid kids like to have party and screaming fests during garage
sales. On top of that, it has been 90+ degrees today. Pool party imminent.

So what is it that makes me not enjoy sales of poop in garages? First, like I mentioned, it brings weird people into our neighborhood, elevating chances of child abduction (Ok with me) and theft/damage of property of people who aren't having poop sales. (Fine with me as long as they don't touch my property. I have a real sword locked deep in my house if it's needed.)

Second, it makes me and other neighbors look bad. Actually, they're already bad, so this just makes me look bad because I have undisciplined neighbors with junk-crammed houses who invite possible perpetrators into the vicinity.

Third, the stupid children have parties simultaneously as mentioned above.

That's all for today.