I Hate My Building

There is an inherent problem with apartment hunting. When someone visits apartment buildings, they do so in the daytime.... when none of the neighbors are home.

I've lived in my current apartment for about two and a half years. I thought I had hit the jackpot. I love the area that I live in and I was able to get a special that brought down the price of a two bedroom almost to that of one bedroom. I was close to work and my complex even has a pool. What what! What I had not yet discovered was the downside... my building has paper thin walls and my neighbors suck.

The first thing I noticed were the people that lived below me. It was at least two guys and although I have no physical proof (because I refuse to interact with neighbors) I believe they were students. Why? My circumstantial evidence is pretty damning:

1. My apartment constantly reeked of incense. And I don't think I need to explain that any further.

2. They played video games VERY LOUDLY. This point threw me for awhile. I originally thought it was their stereo, but finally figured out they were actually playing Guitar Hero when my friend brought the game over and I knew all the songs but couldn't place where.

3. The one who had a girlfriend also had the bedroom below mine. And she certainly did not use language appropriate for an older lady. Or any lady really. Actually she was pretty demanding but you gotta respect a woman who knows what she want.

Then came the family that moved in across the hall from me. They had a little girl (not more than two although I'm a terrible judge of children's age so who really knows?) who had the bedroom right next to mine and there was a good two months where she could not sleep through the night. At the beginning I felt bad for her and her parents. It sounded like she was having some pretty bad nightmares and really what could they have done. By the end of the 2nd month though, it was getting pretty bad for me. I started sleeping on my couch and was seriously considering saying something to them. (Which if you know me, you realize just how big a deal that is) However, she slowly started sleeping through the night and I slowly let go of the hatred I felt for anyone in pigtails.

About a year ago, the guys downstairs moved out. They apartment wasn't filled for a few months and it was AMAZING! But then.... BUT THEN... came the family of white trash. A mom and 2 boys. The oldest in junior high and the younger maybe in 5th grade. They moved in during the summer and I have no idea how they did it, but they somehow made the outside step directly below my living room window the gathering place of ALL the LOUDEST children in my complex. Oh, and did I mention that the oldest smokes? With his mom? Outside said window? Actually, since it's gotten cold outside, they've started smoking in their apartment which of course drifts into my place. I guess they are also physically incapable of simply shutting their door and walking up their stairs to the front of the building. THEY MUST SLAM AND STAMP. This literally shakes the walls in my living room.

I believe it to be appropriate to say F my Life.