April 9, 2006
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Or is that my neighbors making that Bumpity Bump?
Grey’s Anatomy is a rerun tonight. AGAIN. You can’t just introduce Chris O’Donnell in the very last seconds of an episode and then make us wait two weeks to see Meredith sleep with him. Have some compassion, Shonda.
I know this is old news but this is ridiculous. I mean – Seriously, Tom.
Do you really expect us to think this is real? Wait – do you expect us to think that any of “this” is real? (Disclaimer: I do not intend to make Tom Cruise feel insecure about who he is or am I making assumptions about his mental health or his highly real relationship. End disclaimer here.)
I had some super-cool things to blog about, but evidently not today. I am going to go see a movie tonight, and in between typing out the last few paragraphs and now, my son demanded my attention. So I played with him for a while, and when I came back to sit down I realized that I needed to go get dressed so I am not late to the movie.
I hate missing the previews to the movie. I really HATE it. I am paying a gazillion dollars to go see the thing – I want to see all of it. I have been seeing previews for “Take The Lead” for some time now, and since my fiancé won’t go see it with me, I am leaving my son with my visiting grandma for a couple of hours. B doesn’t really like “chick flicks,” but I don’t mind him not going. It gives me some (much needed) “me” time.
On another note: what is up with neighbors who have ZERO respect? It is nearly 9 o’clock at night and their music is so loud that I can hear the words to it pretty clearly. I have been listening to it for about 5 hours now. Their speakers are mounted on the wall that connects to mine. I have seen this because they leave their windows open, and you can see it from outside.
The dining area and the living area are about 30 feet across. Their TV is on the other end, and half of their surround sound system is attached to the wall that connects to my wall – 30 FEET away from their TV. Wait. Let me attempt to draw a graphic.
I guess that is a good visual. Anyway, the point is that they have their speakers mounted WAY over here up against my wall, and their TV is on the OTHER wall in their living room. I mean, that is a wide surround sound effect, plus who can function with most of their house in surround? If they really like that, fine. It isn’t my place to tell tem how to set up their sound system, but it is my place to calmly ask them to turn the music down a little at 2 or 3 in the morning.
To sum it up, I have asked more than a few times to turn it down when I can literally hear exactly what they are watching at 3 a.m. They turn it down and everything is fine. Then a few days later, the volume is outrageous again. The last time, I asked them if they could possibly move the speakers off the wall that is attached to mine. I thought that maybe that would help. Guess what?
IT DID.
Then the girl that lives there decided that it did not look right, and they moved the speakers back. Seriously. I could not make this stuff up people. Let me assure you that I would not complain if this just happened sometimes. I also realize that I live in an apartment, so other noise is expected. However, this is an EVERY day thing. It lasts from about three or four in the afternoon until 2 or 3 in the morning. These people must sleep like logs, or they don’t sleep much.
I called the police to see what could be done, and they told me that if they could not hear it at least 10 feet away from the front door, then nothing could be done about it. Of course, it isn’t exactly loud once you get 10 feet away from the front door. I asked the property owner about it, and he said he would talk to them. That was a couple of months ago.
That is my problem right now. What should I do? I can’t keep asking them every few days when I can’t take it anymore to please turn it down a little. The police can’t do anything about it, and my landlord is just as helpless.
Help me my peeps!
Until next time, I await your wisdom, and I am off to soak up the noise of a theater and eat some Twizzlers… only to return to my own personal theater.
(Grumble…)
