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.