My downstairs neighbours are dumb.
They are first year music students at university. It wasn't until recently that they realized that drumming at night was extremely obnoxious. Also, my landlords had to call their parents in order to have the children scolded for holding loud parties all night, every night.
I like to have friends over, but unfortunately after moving into this house, it became clear that my new abode is one that will require respecting sound laws, and the wishes of my housemates. The walls and floors/ceilings are very thin. Unfortunately, the trolls that live in the basement do not understand this.
I have attempted to explain that their living room is directly below my bedroom, and that because of the central-air vents, I can hear what they are saying word-for-word. This means that I can hear them saying, "Oh my god, this processor is Amazing! It makes Lara Croft look so HOT". And I can hear their obnoxious and nasal girlfriends scream out, "I am the Queen of the bank, hand over all of your monopoly money", or hear the two boys again argue over world religion, debating such things as, "Buddhism doesn't have rituals", "Yes it does you fucking retard", "Fuck you, mother-fucker". (and so on).
Sometimes I wish that the house would burn down, just so that they might die.
And sometimes I wish someone would burgle them, and cut out their voice-boxes while stealing the sub-woofer they keep directly below the space where I sleep. Or at least while they are stealing the practice pads which are still audible considering that they are being hit with drum sticks at full force and tempo.
I recently returned from a trip out of the country for business, and the day I returned I ran into one of my problem neighbours while doing laundry. He apologized for the noise problems that we had experienced when I first moved into the apartment, and explained that he hoped things had been better. I explained that I had been out of the country for the last 15 days, but would let him know if he was causing too much noise. This was three nights ago. And starting that night, I could hear music, and I let it go. The next night, I heard a bit more, and some talking. And now, they are actually yelling to each other... from within the same room (below my bedroom), OVER THE MUSIC THAT THEY ARE PLAYING, and seem to somehow believe that is acceptable at 1am.
I think they must be retarded. And I hope they die. Soon.
They are first year music students at university. It wasn't until recently that they realized that drumming at night was extremely obnoxious. Also, my landlords had to call their parents in order to have the children scolded for holding loud parties all night, every night.
I like to have friends over, but unfortunately after moving into this house, it became clear that my new abode is one that will require respecting sound laws, and the wishes of my housemates. The walls and floors/ceilings are very thin. Unfortunately, the trolls that live in the basement do not understand this.
I have attempted to explain that their living room is directly below my bedroom, and that because of the central-air vents, I can hear what they are saying word-for-word. This means that I can hear them saying, "Oh my god, this processor is Amazing! It makes Lara Croft look so HOT". And I can hear their obnoxious and nasal girlfriends scream out, "I am the Queen of the bank, hand over all of your monopoly money", or hear the two boys again argue over world religion, debating such things as, "Buddhism doesn't have rituals", "Yes it does you fucking retard", "Fuck you, mother-fucker". (and so on).
Sometimes I wish that the house would burn down, just so that they might die.
And sometimes I wish someone would burgle them, and cut out their voice-boxes while stealing the sub-woofer they keep directly below the space where I sleep. Or at least while they are stealing the practice pads which are still audible considering that they are being hit with drum sticks at full force and tempo.
I recently returned from a trip out of the country for business, and the day I returned I ran into one of my problem neighbours while doing laundry. He apologized for the noise problems that we had experienced when I first moved into the apartment, and explained that he hoped things had been better. I explained that I had been out of the country for the last 15 days, but would let him know if he was causing too much noise. This was three nights ago. And starting that night, I could hear music, and I let it go. The next night, I heard a bit more, and some talking. And now, they are actually yelling to each other... from within the same room (below my bedroom), OVER THE MUSIC THAT THEY ARE PLAYING, and seem to somehow believe that is acceptable at 1am.
I think they must be retarded. And I hope they die. Soon.
