Roar!!
Well, I have good news and bad news.
The good news is that the masquerade is still going on, because my boyfriend's school has paid so much money into it and won't get a refund for cancelling it. So I still get to dress up and go out and be pretty and have a few drinks and a great time.
The bad news is that I can't shower. There are 5 apartments in this one house. There is an apartment above us, and they are really my only problem. We can't hear the other tenants at all. But the Upstairs People are stompy and one of them likes to sing the chorus to Britney Spears' Toxic over and over while doing dishes. Their kitchen is right above my bedroom. She does the dishes early. I wake up grumpy. The staircase to their door is also attached to our outside wall by the livingroom. They like to run up this as heavily and as fast as possible in the middle of the night and shake the entire house.
But I can live with this. I can even live with the strange drilling sound we hear randomly throughout the day. My boyfriend started calling it the Drilldo, because this is the best explanation we can come up with. We know they're not doing construction, and it only lasts for a couple of minutes each time, and it happens sporadically from 9am to midnight. We just assume they're having kinky sex.
Like I said, I can live with this. What I cannot live with is the fact that we share a cold water line. Hot water is fine. I have no problem with hot water. But they like to flush their toilet/take a shower/do their laundry as SOON as I step in the shower. It's like they wait for me, and then decide now's the time to brush their teeth. Which turns my nice warm shower into a scalding death trap. I slip and slide and try to get out of the way before I get burned. I've become such a pro at it now that I can detect when it's about to happen by a slight but noticeable change in the water pressure.
I have to shower. Now. I have to be out of the house by 5:30pm to make it to Christina's for 6pm so she can do my hair in time for me to be back home by 7pm to get ready and go out to a houseparty shortly thereafter. The masquerade is at 9pm. It takes me half an hour to wash my hair/my body and dry my hair. It's now 4:30pm. I'm closing in on not having enough time to do all the things I need to do.
AND THEY ARE DOING THEIR LAUNDRY! It started AS SOON as I turned on the shower. In fact, I didn't even have time to switch the faucet from tap to shower. They're fucking fast. And I am a grumpy bear. ROAR.
So, I'm sitting on my couch, ranting, and hating the world. I'm trying to come up with sneaky ways to get back at them, and I can't think of any bar waiting by the tap for the sound of them taking a shower. Which is a waste of my time and energy. I might even leave a passive aggressive note saying "Hello! I have class at 2pm, every day. I like to shower by 10am so I still have time for studying/gaming/watching Mad Men before class. Please, for the love of God, refrain from taking a shower from 10-10:15am. Please pick a time of your choosing and I will refrain from taking a shower then to accomodate you."
RAGERAGERAGE.
The guy has a lisp and steals our shovel. This makes me want to punch him, though I know he can't help the lisp part. I feel like we're supposed to feel sorry for him because of it though, and I just can't. He can have all the kinky sex with his Britney loving girlfriend just as long as they LET ME SHOWER!
The good news is that the masquerade is still going on, because my boyfriend's school has paid so much money into it and won't get a refund for cancelling it. So I still get to dress up and go out and be pretty and have a few drinks and a great time.
The bad news is that I can't shower. There are 5 apartments in this one house. There is an apartment above us, and they are really my only problem. We can't hear the other tenants at all. But the Upstairs People are stompy and one of them likes to sing the chorus to Britney Spears' Toxic over and over while doing dishes. Their kitchen is right above my bedroom. She does the dishes early. I wake up grumpy. The staircase to their door is also attached to our outside wall by the livingroom. They like to run up this as heavily and as fast as possible in the middle of the night and shake the entire house.
But I can live with this. I can even live with the strange drilling sound we hear randomly throughout the day. My boyfriend started calling it the Drilldo, because this is the best explanation we can come up with. We know they're not doing construction, and it only lasts for a couple of minutes each time, and it happens sporadically from 9am to midnight. We just assume they're having kinky sex.
Like I said, I can live with this. What I cannot live with is the fact that we share a cold water line. Hot water is fine. I have no problem with hot water. But they like to flush their toilet/take a shower/do their laundry as SOON as I step in the shower. It's like they wait for me, and then decide now's the time to brush their teeth. Which turns my nice warm shower into a scalding death trap. I slip and slide and try to get out of the way before I get burned. I've become such a pro at it now that I can detect when it's about to happen by a slight but noticeable change in the water pressure.
I have to shower. Now. I have to be out of the house by 5:30pm to make it to Christina's for 6pm so she can do my hair in time for me to be back home by 7pm to get ready and go out to a houseparty shortly thereafter. The masquerade is at 9pm. It takes me half an hour to wash my hair/my body and dry my hair. It's now 4:30pm. I'm closing in on not having enough time to do all the things I need to do.
AND THEY ARE DOING THEIR LAUNDRY! It started AS SOON as I turned on the shower. In fact, I didn't even have time to switch the faucet from tap to shower. They're fucking fast. And I am a grumpy bear. ROAR.
So, I'm sitting on my couch, ranting, and hating the world. I'm trying to come up with sneaky ways to get back at them, and I can't think of any bar waiting by the tap for the sound of them taking a shower. Which is a waste of my time and energy. I might even leave a passive aggressive note saying "Hello! I have class at 2pm, every day. I like to shower by 10am so I still have time for studying/gaming/watching Mad Men before class. Please, for the love of God, refrain from taking a shower from 10-10:15am. Please pick a time of your choosing and I will refrain from taking a shower then to accomodate you."
RAGERAGERAGE.
The guy has a lisp and steals our shovel. This makes me want to punch him, though I know he can't help the lisp part. I feel like we're supposed to feel sorry for him because of it though, and I just can't. He can have all the kinky sex with his Britney loving girlfriend just as long as they LET ME SHOWER!