My heart will not go on

Currently I'm listening to Celine Dion "My heart will go on". Not by choice.  I have the privilege of my room being directly above Anthony's room in the basement.  This morning at around 11:40 AM till 12:30 PM he has been singing... and by singing I mean he has been belting out lyrics to songs. I think he sang my heart will go on twice in that entire time period. I have been home since 2:30 and he is still singing "My heart will go on". I fear that if he continues for a longer period of time MY heart will not go on.

WHY?

Why must someone speak in their native tongue on the phone very loudly at 4 AM in the morning?!
Why must someone then cook bacon at 5 AM in the morning?
Why must someone then start their truck engine about 5 times in a row at 6 AM?! (did it break? or do you just like hear the engine start? does that make you happy?!?)


I am not happy. I am tireddd.

Rant finished.

I think the washer and dryer in this house are possessed.
For example, today I went to do some laundry, only to walk downstairs and find the dryer on and running with the door open without any clothes in it..... I asked a couple people in the house if there were doing laundry but they weren't/hadn't. The dryer's door was open and it was running...... I feel like this should not happen.

The washer is fine when putting clothes in, setting the temp, level of water etc. After the cycle is over however, the knobs on the dryer have somehow changed to a different temperature and level of water.... I asked anyone if they had touched the washer... Everyone denied it, and then Mike said that the same thing had been happening to him!   It's just too strange.

We decided that the washer situation has to be Anthony (the guy living in the basement). Although he denies touching the washer, we think he is lying because he probably doesn't like the horrendous noises the washer makes and is a "techno- tard" (he didn't know how to work the toaster....) and he just turns the knobs to try and turn the washer off.

I feel like we are accusing him.... buutttt I'm pretty sure it's him.

Introducing, Mike aka Body Builder Mike aka Model Mike

Mike is my friendo here at the house. He is relatively normal and pretty funny. He is very intrigued by all sorts of things, especially different religions, so far I think he has mentioned that he is into Islam, Hinduism, and Buddism, although he did come to Church with me which was a very interesting occasion. The questions he came up with!  Anyways, Mike is pretty much a health nut, for example he has a cupboard FULL of supplements, protein powder, vitamins and other weird substances.  The other day I walked out of my room to find him with with his mouth full of something... I asked him what was in his mouth and he typed up on his phone “explain later, not crazy”... he told me later that he had a mouth full of  olive oil. He claimed that if you keep olive oil in your mouth for 20 min. it detoxes the veins under your tongue.  He models at the art studio, when he told me that he did that I didn't know what to say and was just silent to which he responded with a laugh that I shouldn't pass my Christian judgment on him hahaha.  Recently he has been heart broken by some girl and keeps telling me about her. Which is fine, but I've never seen a guy so distraught lol.  Now he just texted me "I ate so much I can't move or get dressed".  Another quote from him is, "If I were darkskinned and wore a burka (the ones that cover your whole body), I could pass off as a woman." Silly Mike haha. 

Project Marvel

When I thought moving away from home and experiencing first year of university would be an adventure, I never thought it would be quite the adventure it has been.  The house I have been living at in Windsor was a last minute find by my Mum. Upon moving in I convinced myself it would be fine, since there was only Mike and Jim here and they are relatively normal and the “troublemakers” were kicked out a few days after I had moved in.  However, this house has continually been interesting, if interesting is even the right word for it...

            The first few months of last semester included instances that only contributed to the sketchiness of this house. Then on the 13’th of December, a Tuesday, I remember that because I had just had 4 exams that weekend and Tuesday was the first day I could actually sleep in a little. At around 5 Am, I woke up to a very loud BANG and CRASH. I groaned and rolled over debating whether to investigate. I thought of two possibilities for the noise.  Either it was a robbery or B. It was someone being VERY loud at an unearthly hour....something that is quite common and frustrating.  I thought to myself “don’t be stupid, it’s not a burglary, go yell at whoever is out there”. So I stumbled out of bed barely awake and opened my door.  Standing directly in front of me was a fully armoured man, with about 4 others behind him pointing guns and flashlights at me yelling “Police! Show your hands!!”  I FROZE. I think I uttered something like “really?” and then they took me by one arm and had me stand against the counter with my arms and legs spread. I then started crying. I was actually terrified. I justify this by the fact that I had just woken up anddd I had no clue whatsoever about what was going on. The Police asked if I had any weapons or drugs, or anything like that, which of course I didn’t/ don’t. They took a look in my room and then asked for my name and said, “ It’s alright we are here for someone else”. All the while there were other fully armoured tactical team streaming through the house and going upstairs. They had me sit in the kitchen for like 5 minutes asking me how many rooms there were and who lived there and such, all information that I’m pretty sure they already knew. They then said I could sit in my bedroom with the light on and door open. All the while I’m crying and shaking like branch. After about 15 minutes, two lady cops came to my door, one said “Are you crying?” in a tone that basically meant “WHY are you crying”, the other lady was nicer and as I explained that I had just woken up and had no idea what was going on. She asked me for some information and eventually said that I could close my door and go back to sleep..sleep? I looked out the window and saw that they were taking away Carmen (a really sketchy welfare guy that was living upstairs).

            I knew I had to call someone, but I thought that if I called my mum it might make it worse since it was that early in the morning and she would just be really upset. Sooo, I called wonderful Brooke because I know she awakes at unearthly early hours in the morning ;). I was able to calm down and went to sleep for about an hour. When I woke up I walked out of my door to see the very man they had just arrested standing in my kitchen! He turned around and said, “don’t worry, I would never hurt you.”...... What does that even mean?!   I was able to leave my house and spent the day/ night at Michelle’s house and then the remainder of the week and the Belanger’s house, of which I am so, so, so  grateful for :D :D.

Here is the Windsor Star's news report on "Project Marvel", http://www.windsorstar.com/news/Three+Windsor+addresses+raided+part+cross+Canada+organized+crime+investigation/5852488/story.html