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NEIGHBORS!

You would think the people who design apartment complexes would have, by now, figured out a way to isulate each apartment so that every move made by a neighbor would not sound like a proverbial herd of elephants. This is the second apartment complex I've ever lived in and in both cases, I've had loud neighbors. In the first apartment, I lived upstairs, so we didn't hear the walking. However, we frequently heard the downstairs neighbors singing along to Ricky Martin, Britney Spears and other pop stars (which was amusing, since they were from Saudi Arabia). We also had "the drug dealers" and "the loud walker" both of whom caused disturbances. Now I live downstairs from "the bowlers" (who I've mentioned before). "The bowlers" are the worst kind of people to have living upstairs from you: they are three single guys who keep crazy hours, own a foosball table, like to entertain guests, and like their music loud. Sunday night, they kept me awake until 3 am with all their talking and music. I discussed the problem with Emily and Matt and they suggested that I bang on the ceiling when I get up in the morning (5:30 am). I was hesitant to solve the problem with revenge until they woke me up at 2:30 this morning. So when I woke up at today, I was ready to get the broom to bang on the ceiling until I realized THEY WERE STILL AWAKE! Oh well. I guess having loud neighbors is a risk you take when you live in an apartment.