don't matter where you're from. a jerk is still a jerk.

for as long as i can remember, i have always wanted to have a place of my own. this november, roughly 17 years on, i finally got my chance and took it. late bloomer, yeah i know haha. still i think i've been prepared for it mentally, at least i thought i was.

until the neighbors from hell made their presence known...

a bit dramatic yeah, but you might say the same thing if you had to put up with the same thing. true enough this doesn't happen every day but it happens often, if i'm lucky, at most three times a week. blasting their music to the point that i could clearly hear the words to some dance version of la isla bonita. this happened today, by the way. i know that was the name of the song because that's how loud it was, loud enough to hear the lyrics pretty clearly and those words going on and on. usually its some generic techno thing, either way they play their music way too loud and sometimes at the worst times, once they did that at 3 a.m. i say they because the guy had his own apartment, same building, then got together with his current girl and moved into her place, about the time the noise problems started, according to the landlord. it's bad enough that the walls are not that thick or soundproofed at all, the neighbors always have to talk loudly and more so when they fight or have friends over. whoever says i can get out of the situation easily enough obviously hasn't rented an apartment before. there is still the matter of the deposit and in this case is worth three months rent. hard earned money that's not so easily replaced. and so far the complaining to the landlord has done pretty much squat. they listened to him for a week before going back to their old ways. well not really, they've gotten i worse. a simple bang on the wall used to get them to turn down the volume, now they only turn it up to spite me. its enough to drive a person insane, to have to try to put up with something like this.
...so much for contractual stipulations and building rules.
or maybe there really is some sort of leniency on those rules that is being practiced here by the landlord, who dont get me wrong seems like an okay guy. but the neighbor being a foreigner must get him some sort of preferential treatment or that's the way it seems until a change is actually made. i cant say if things will turn out well for him or myself. keeping my anger and irritation in check is getting harder by the incident. as for the neighbor, he and his buddies fancy themselves bad boy party animals or something. they even went so far as to blast their music in the parking lot once, standing in a circle and talking ever so loudly. i'm not sure if the people in the houses right across or even the other tenants in the building made complaints. who exactly were they trying to impress there, themselves? don't know, don't care. but their attitudes speak volumes. they think they can do whatever they want and no one can stop them. so who's to say what they might do themselves to retaliate for something as simple as a complaint.
 so in the unlikely event that there is some sort of divine intervention or a truly kind heart helps me out and covers for the deposit as well as a month or two worth of rent, i'm stuck here for five more months...
till then,
                                                  let the madness continue...

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4/4/2008 2:26:01 AM

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