So my neighbours have had a habit of turning their music up as loud as they can, and I mean LOUD. Like I might as well be in the same room as the stereo, except I can't turn it off. And then they aren't even home - it's like this for at least FOUR hours. And this after a very stressful day. I ended up having to drive to Hampton that night so that I could even get any sleep.

The next night they were about to do the exact same thing. I get home at a little after 5 and I can hear the music outside. This is after I had called the police last night and had an officer tell me that he wanted to give them a warning so that if they did it again he could drag them into criminal court. I had also called the complex and made sure they had gotten my messages. Obviously they did nothing. I was on the phone with my dad, outside because I couldn't hear anything in my own apartment (bass throughout the whole apartment, and in my room, again I could hear the music clearly) - well first I called the police. I wasn't going to deal with it. These are complete strangers and at this point I don't fucking care.

So I asked them if they were going to be leaving, and yes, I was starting to yell. Neither of my other two roommates had to listen to it at the level I did, nor did they have to be up early in the morning. Yes, I was going to yellat them to turn off their music because it's really loud and yes, I did call the police on them because they just left it on that last night and they need to be more considerate of their neighbours.

So today they had a party (I was at work till 10p, have to be in at 6:30a). Well apparently they asked my roommates about the party, told them about it. Well neither one of them told me. They could have easily called me, nope. SO I get home. I want to take a shower and go to bed and I hear music very clearly. I look out my window and I see that there are lights on next door, so I figure that if I went over and asked nicely if they maybe closed the porch door things would be ok. They were wrapping up and I was trying to be nice about it. I really was.

I come out of the shower and my roommate rounds on me yelling at me for being so rude to them. Fine they've given you good impressions, but if you really wanted to make sure I knew about the party, why didn't you call me? No, you come in and shut your door, I get home, one roommate isn't home, the other has her door closed, I don't want to get into a long conversation, so I just slip the shoes on and try to be polite (and I really think I was) to the neighbours about their music. I wanted to do it then, because once in my pjs I didn't want to go back out.

So now I'm the villain, I'm the mean one. I'm only the one who got chased out of my own room, my own apartment even because of their noise.

The Mich hates everyone.