Tim and I have been really spoiled since we live in our own house back in Connecticut. Which roughly means that we don't have neighbors above us or immediately next door to us, so there's no noise in the house except ours.
So it's a huge shock to live with someone else above us, and next door to us. I just don't get it: we've been here for nine days now, and only yesterday the freak living upstairs decides to blast music starting about 4pm and lasting until bedtime. So yeah I know I sound snarky, but seriously, I feel like I'm back in college. (Jess, remember us banging on the wall when Gimpy refused to turn the bass down???) How old are we when we have to blast poor musical choices (Vanilla Ice....I am SO NOT KIDDING) in order to feel hip and cool? And the horrible thing is that I have no clue how to handle this idiot because if I go and ask nicely to turn down the freaking music will it make him be a complete ass and refuse to turn it down just to spite me??? Maybe he'll be like that moron next door to me during my sophomore year, whose idea of a good time was to hook up as many subwoofers as humanly possible and try to shake the dorm down at all hours of the day or night, even during midterms or finals.
Seriously. The bass is shaking the walls.
I'm afraid that if I go up and attempt to make nice, I'm just going to lose my temper and make the problem even worse because you know how incredibly patient I am.
That last bit was meant to be heavily drenched in sarcasm, by the way.
So it's a huge shock to live with someone else above us, and next door to us. I just don't get it: we've been here for nine days now, and only yesterday the freak living upstairs decides to blast music starting about 4pm and lasting until bedtime. So yeah I know I sound snarky, but seriously, I feel like I'm back in college. (Jess, remember us banging on the wall when Gimpy refused to turn the bass down???) How old are we when we have to blast poor musical choices (Vanilla Ice....I am SO NOT KIDDING) in order to feel hip and cool? And the horrible thing is that I have no clue how to handle this idiot because if I go and ask nicely to turn down the freaking music will it make him be a complete ass and refuse to turn it down just to spite me??? Maybe he'll be like that moron next door to me during my sophomore year, whose idea of a good time was to hook up as many subwoofers as humanly possible and try to shake the dorm down at all hours of the day or night, even during midterms or finals.
Seriously. The bass is shaking the walls.
I'm afraid that if I go up and attempt to make nice, I'm just going to lose my temper and make the problem even worse because you know how incredibly patient I am.
That last bit was meant to be heavily drenched in sarcasm, by the way.
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