This is the first rant on my blog. This is a rant about The Painters. Now i'm a artist myself, I love to draw, in fact, I suppose i love painters. But these painters however, are so FREAKING ANNOYING! It all began at sometime around 12:15, because well, its Summer. (What can I say, I like my sleep) But anyway, at around 12:15, I am woken up by what sounds like someone hurling a TRASHCAN at the side of my house! Then, I open my eyes, and I see a man put a ladder against my window and look in at me.
So here I am, with this guy staring in at me, and I just glare back at him like "Really?". I then watched as he obstructs my view of the outdoors with a big, white sheet of plastic. It turns out, all of the windows to the house have been covered.
Let the games begin.
Stupid me. I thought that maybe I could sleep in. Why on Earth did I think I could possibly sleep in?!
The morning after "The trashcan incident", I hear what sounds like a combination of pencil sharpener, paper shredder, and sand paper. The big white sheets are still up on the windows. Now, at this point, I am beginning to question if they are painting the house, or if this is an FBI lockdown. Now the sounds are more annoying than ever, as they now sound like a printer is dying an agonising death on my roof. Just great. And to make matters worse, we are just renting this place and the new people who are going to live here might not even like the color of the house and PAINT IT AGAIN. It might all be for nothing!
So, in conclusion, if you ever see me walking around town, try using sign language, because, by the time you could be reading this, I might have ripped my eardrums out and stomped on them.
I might not make it out alive,