7:00am on a Saturday...

...why am I freaking awake? Especially considering I got off work at 2am. Well, I have a story to tell, and it totally trumps the story I was planning to tell later today about how I slipped and fell flat on my face at work...in front of people. SO humiliating, and now I have bruises on both my knees (in addition to the juicy one on my leg)(I'm a hazard to myself, apparently). But that's boring compared to this baby.

Whoa Julie, stop before you build it up too much.

OK...so there I was at 6:00am, laying in bed sleeping, minding my own freaking business, when I was so rudely awakened by a loud bang and crazy yelling. Once I became somewhat coherent, I realized it was this chick from 2 floors down...she, her boyfriend and her younger brothers moved in just a couple weeks ago, and have already been the cause of much drama at our complex. Apparently she and her man have quite a volatile relationship and the cops were called when they got in a fight last week and threatened to kill each other. I dunno, I wasn't there for that one. But this morning, it was just the woman--she was banging, kicking and pounding on her next door neighbor's door...all the while yelling, "Don't you EVER knock on my wall again!" She was obviously very drunk, and I realized that she was blasting her music (Howie Day, of all the music to be blasting...lame), which is probably why someone knocked on her wall. It is very annoying to have music blaring in your ear at the crack of dawn (and again, it was Howie Day!).

Anyway, then some dude came out (from a totally different apartment) and yelled at the woman that people are sleeping and she needs to shut the hell up and go back inside her apartment. She told him to back off unless he wanted to fight with her. From the sound of his voice and how much his footsteps pounded, I'm fairly certain he was not in the least bit threatened by her. She eventually went back into her apartment, and the complex rejoiced at the peace and quiet as we all returned to bed (well, I called Jacob at work to tell him all about the drama he was missing, and then I got back in bed). But alas, our joy was short-lived, as 5 minutes later she was out doing it again. I waited, thinking surely the person whose door was being so loudly assaulted would call the police, but as it continued and the woman became more aggravated, I worried that nothing was being done, so I picked up my phone and called 911 myself...

...I'd never called 911 before (Jacob has lots of times, it came with the whole apartment manager thing), and it made me nervous. Then I felt especially bad because the dispatch lady kept asking me for a visual, and I kept telling her there was no way I was going outside to verify exactly which apartment it was. I know better than to piss off a drunk woman mid-rant. And what a delightful rant it was: after she got tired of warning not to knock on the wall, she yelled about how she owns eash-n-evry (that's my impression of her slurred speech--these things don't always translate very well to the written word haha) apartment and since she's the owner she's going to kick her out, blah blah blah. Then she went on to say that Russia is in control of the United States, and that's straight from Joseph Smith. Yeah, drunk off her rocker.

Then the police pulled up, and as soon as she saw them she shut up, raced to her apartment, slammed the door and turned Howie off all before the cops even got out of the car. The cops came, they knocked, they waited a few minutes, then they left. I think there was a bystander who talked to them for a second, but as they didn't actually see her there was probably not much they could do. I was disappointed. And I felt bad for them coming all the way out here for nothing. Although I suppose if just the sight of their car was enough to get the woman to stop (there hasn't been one peep from her or Howie since), that's something. And hopefully lots and lots of people will go complain to the manager once the office opens, so maybe we can all get her evicted. Because nobody wants a neighbor like that.

Yup, we need to move...November can't come fast enough.