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Apr. 20th, 2004 07:04 am
My last eight hours
11pm: Finally decide bed is a good idea. Put book down, try to sleep.
11:55pm: Finally start to fall asleep.
12:00am: Fuckheads next door start practicing Bass that reverberates through the walls into my head, jolting me awake.
12:09: Finally fed up, I pick up the phone to call the police. Immediately after, the "music" stops. I put the phone down undialed and try to sleep.
12:35: I finally get to sleep.
1:00am: They start practicing again. I wait, knowing that if I get dressed and go down to bang on their door and complain, the same thing will happen that has happened every OTHER time I've done so -- nothing at all. They don't even seem to hear the knocking. Consider getting dressed and going to Elli's place. Decide that's a silly idea and it wouldn't be nice to wake her up.
1:30am: Fed up. Instead of police, I call property manager's line and leave message: "Apparently the residents of [my address, their apartment number] think that 1am is the perfect time to practice for their band. We'd appreciate someone officially telling them otherwise, as in the past repeated knocking on their door does nothing."
2:00: They finally quit.
2:45: I must have fallen asleep after this, as this is the last I saw of the clock.
6:20am: I get up for school.
7:00am: I find on the door: Stat 300 with D. Bryant will not meet today. I go home and debate going back to bed; finally decide that getting an early start on the want ads is probably a better idea.
I've had it with these kids. I mean, hey -- I get that they probably all have jobs that keep them working late, but for fuck's sake, it's not only inconsiderate, making that much noise that late is illegal. They say we can tell them to tone it down and they will, but how can we do that if they never answer the door?![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mslulu has even heard the neighbor from the OTHER side of us out there screaming at them through their door in the past.
Last night was the third time in the last week, all of them weeknights. I'm done. From now on, I'm the angry neighbor who calls whomever I have to to make the goddamned noise stop. Before 10pm they can play all they want and I'll suffer through it. After that, they can sit down and shut the fuck up.
And for the rest of you:
1. Music does NOT have to be so loud your neighbors can hear it.
2. Bass does not have to be so high that it reverberates the bones of someone through the freaking wall.
3. I get that live music is loud (it's one of the reasons I don't like live shows very much in general; TKT members, recognize it as a mark of how much I like you and the band that I keep coming to them despite this), but practicing such should be done in a place where it does not keep your neighbors awake.
If that makes me old, then I'm old. I really don't care.
11:55pm: Finally start to fall asleep.
12:00am: Fuckheads next door start practicing Bass that reverberates through the walls into my head, jolting me awake.
12:09: Finally fed up, I pick up the phone to call the police. Immediately after, the "music" stops. I put the phone down undialed and try to sleep.
12:35: I finally get to sleep.
1:00am: They start practicing again. I wait, knowing that if I get dressed and go down to bang on their door and complain, the same thing will happen that has happened every OTHER time I've done so -- nothing at all. They don't even seem to hear the knocking. Consider getting dressed and going to Elli's place. Decide that's a silly idea and it wouldn't be nice to wake her up.
1:30am: Fed up. Instead of police, I call property manager's line and leave message: "Apparently the residents of [my address, their apartment number] think that 1am is the perfect time to practice for their band. We'd appreciate someone officially telling them otherwise, as in the past repeated knocking on their door does nothing."
2:00: They finally quit.
2:45: I must have fallen asleep after this, as this is the last I saw of the clock.
6:20am: I get up for school.
7:00am: I find on the door: Stat 300 with D. Bryant will not meet today. I go home and debate going back to bed; finally decide that getting an early start on the want ads is probably a better idea.
I've had it with these kids. I mean, hey -- I get that they probably all have jobs that keep them working late, but for fuck's sake, it's not only inconsiderate, making that much noise that late is illegal. They say we can tell them to tone it down and they will, but how can we do that if they never answer the door?
mslulu has even heard the neighbor from the OTHER side of us out there screaming at them through their door in the past. Last night was the third time in the last week, all of them weeknights. I'm done. From now on, I'm the angry neighbor who calls whomever I have to to make the goddamned noise stop. Before 10pm they can play all they want and I'll suffer through it. After that, they can sit down and shut the fuck up.
And for the rest of you:
1. Music does NOT have to be so loud your neighbors can hear it.
2. Bass does not have to be so high that it reverberates the bones of someone through the freaking wall.
3. I get that live music is loud (it's one of the reasons I don't like live shows very much in general; TKT members, recognize it as a mark of how much I like you and the band that I keep coming to them despite this), but practicing such should be done in a place where it does not keep your neighbors awake.
If that makes me old, then I'm old. I really don't care.
