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Ok, I know that when you live in an apartment, you deal with the noise etc. Escpecially when you live right across the street from Furman University (or any college really). Lately though, it just seems more annoying than usual. Saturday night, someone took my pizza from the delivery guy. I had to get rude with the pizza girl on the phone who insisted it had been delivered. Well maybe it had, but not to my apartment. Even more annoying, I'd ordered it online and paid with a credit card. Which means the pizza guy let someone else sign the slip. They did agree to send a replacement "at no charge." Really, I thought I should pay for it AGAIN, since you gave the first order to the wrong person.
The new neighbor upstairs plays either the Tuba or the Euphonium (Baritone). I'm leaning toward the latter because the notes aren't low enough for a Tuba. They practice at all hours. This wouldn't bother me (it is music) except that they aren't all that good. Posts: 1214 | Registered: Aug 2005
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I used to live downstairs from the greatest landlord ever, who I swear must have used headphones to listen to the TV and tiptoed everwhere, because I never heard a peep out of him or his partner.
Then, I got a family with like 80 or so teenage girls living above me who seemed to think the only time they could do dishes or vacuum was in the middle of the night.
Of course, she was a single mother, so I forgave her, because in all likelihood that WAS the only time she could do them.
Now, I've got a young couple with a baby upstairs and they are so passionate in both their lovemaking and their fighting that if I can't get it resovled I'm considering moving. My two preschoolers don't need to be hearing this.
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The previous upstairs people watched porn very loud occasionally. I sympathise. Luckily, it's just me here, so I don't have to worry about my kids etc.
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I'd have to say the loudest thing in my apartment, aside from the computers, is sound of cars on I-35. It's a constant, dull roar. A kind of resassurance the world is still humming along, though.
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The people IN my apt won't do their dishes.
Oh yea, and there are two bands playing in the basement of my house four times a week. It's great fun. >.<
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I used to live in a corner townhouse that was used as the main arterial for trucks to bypass the city centre, literally across the road was the confluence of all the western train lines (about 8 major tracks) two doors down on one street was the ambulance depot and on the other was the police and fire.
It was hands-down the noisest place I've ever lived. Even noisier than the forum where upwards of a thousand people a night would be dining not two floors below my balcony.
Although my current apartment is most likely the most annoying. The quietest block in St Kilda, its only annoyance is the chick upstairs who cannot learn to live without her high-heels at 2am....
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Although I own a set of bagpipes, I left them at my parents' house.
My first apartment was relatively quiet. The most noise was from the awesome couple next door, who were schoolteachers, and liked to have friends over for football games on the weekends. But they always invited us, and they put up with any noise coming from our apartment without saying anything, so we had no problem with it. Plus, the first night we spent there, I'd had a guy over to make mudslides, and we realized that we didn't own any cups yet. When we went next door to ask to borrow some, they ended up taking us out for margaritas and food and bringing us downtown for drinks, insisting that we not pay a dime. They were such sweet people.
And at my apartment now in student housing, I think the people who live above us have elephent parades. I don't know what they're doing up there, but it's really loud, and it goes on for a while.
Oh, and freshman year, my dorm room was below the building's kitchen. We heard people having crazy sex up there on a regular basis.
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I hear ya. The World's Most Perfect Neighbor just moved out from upstairs in our building. She was replaced with some guy whom apparently can't fall asleep without listening to music. He goes to bed around midnight but not before exercising and slamming something (dresser drawers?).
I'm thinking of baking some cookies and hand delivering them just so I can see what exactly is making that obnoxious noise.
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I'm in my second year in my apartment and last year I never realized how thin the walls were. I can hear any conversations outside clearly and unfortunately the girls who just moved in next door not only enjoy talking outside at 2am, they're also very loud about it. Every night of the week. On the other side, I've got some guy who listens to techno all the time. He doesn't have the actual volume very loud, but the bass, however... I also think he listens to the same song all the time. It's extremely annoying.
Also, this morning, I discovered how much the water tanks at this place suck. Someone started a shower about five minutes after I did, so I lost all water pressure - but instead of having cold water, I had burning hot water. Not fun.
I miss my old neighbors. I think we were all hermits.
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When I lived in an apartment a few years back the people in the next apartment had a habit of moving their furniture about 1/2 an hour after we went to bed.
At least, that's the only explanation we could come up with for the series of clunks, thunks and things being dragged.
The weird thing was it didn't matter *what* time we went to bed - the noises always started up about half an hour later.
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I've had great luck with apartments. Now, I've got an apartment that is just awesome and has really thick walls. I haven't met any neighbors yet, and I've been here six months. I suppose that's kind of too bad.
I suppose there was that time in my first apartment when the ceiling leaked for over a week from the upstairs people. It got worse every day. I had buckets out, I had broken shards from ceiling tiles all over the kitchen floor, and had to empty out my coat closet. Every day the office said they had it fixed or had a handle on it or don't worry or something. I had a fit on the phone several times, asking them why they didn't care that their property was being ruined. They were very... calm. Reassuring. Finally I think I dragged an office person over to see. Something got done very quickly then. Apparently, they were checking the wrong apartment every time I called, and just thought I was insane. Just another hysterical tenant. Good grief. I think they probably had to redo two closets, and some of the ceiling. I moved out a month later so the moldy smell and useless coat closet were tolerable.
And then there was the time I worked a 24+ hour shift and went home to sleep. I walked in the grass on the way in and discovered my shoes were covered in green grass blades, they must have mowed and then it must have rained while I was working. The shoes were covered. I left them outside the door to dry off so I could brush off all the grass blades more easily. I got woken up from my "nap" to be informed that the neighbors reported me and my shoes were in the office to be picked up. I never spoke to those neighbors again. It was a young married couple.
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All I have is neighbors who apparently have a combination butter churn/washing machine/centrifuge up against my living room wall. It's not ridiculously loud, but it does sound pretty weird. They only crank it up a couple of times a week. Sometimes I think this is just a temporary home for them while they make repairs to the mother ship.
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When I lived in Bloomington, the neighbors through the wall -- the next apartment over -- worked during the day and would leave their young puppy locked in a closet all morning after they left. I worked second shift, so I'd be lying there at 8AM trying to sleep as the barks and whines slowly escalated from unhappy to desperate.
When they were home wasn't much better, since the girl apparently thought that sex required a lot of positive affirmation, mainly in the form of screaming.
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Last year I never heard a single sound from my upstairs neighbors. It was my first year in this apartment, and since I never heard sounds from any of my neighbors I thought it was the most sound-proof apartment of all time. I was wrong.
My new upstairs neighbors have parties every night of every weekend. You can't help but hear it. If it were just this, I probably wouldnt even care. It's the strange noises that kill me. At random points during the day, there will be 4 or 5 loud bumps on the floor in rapid succession. We have taken to calling these noises the byproducts of murder. When a bumping sound moves across the floor or lasts a bit longer than usual, the victim must have been a fighter. When there are many "victims" in one day, we start to get a bit nervous.
A lame joke, yes, but you have to have some way to deal with the noise because it isn't going away.
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I hate my neighbors. Particularly the guy who went away for the weekend and left his alarm clock on. Listening to two hours of beeping is not my idea of fun, particularly when all I want to do is go back to sleep.
Although, in a way, it's good because I really do need to be up and doing things this morning. I just hate the beeping.
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I can relate, when my brother went to college, he hid his alarm clock somewhere in my vicinity, Every morning, at about 2:00 am, I would wake up to a series of beebs until I found the alarm clock, and hit it with a hammer.
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In my apartment last year, all the kids around me (including my roommates) listed to music really really loud (enough to shake my walls) and they were generally obnoxious. In my apartment this year, it's peace and quiet. No one plays music too loud and I rarely hear anything (unless it's people in the clubhouse that's outside).
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I've been fairly lucky in some of the the apartments I've lived in in the past. The biggest problem my roommate and I have now is the neighbors playing their music too loud. It really doesn't matter what time they come home and play it because my roommate and I work rotating shift. If we aren't at work we are most likely asleep. However, when they play their music too loud we fight back. With either the surround sound on my computer or the home theater system we have in the living room. They have since learned to keep the music down.
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Okay - that reminds me of the townhouse that I lived in with friends during undergrad. We had neighbors on one side that would play really loud, repetitious techno and neighbors on the other side that would play really loud, bad country. When we fought back, we played Carmina Burana.
We always won. Funny how that works.
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I have a bathroom on one side and a solid concrete wall on the other and I'm on the top floor. Good, eh? Not. As a result, the sound comes through horribly insulated door and the single-glazed window. It's the all male residence next door so anything that happens in their corridor or ours, doors slamming, running, yelling, normal voice level conversations, whispers, music, anything, can be heard as clear as day. Outside there are the sounds of the city, garbage of fridays, sirens all the time, and any music anyone happens to be playing in the nearby vacinity.
But at least I got my concrete walls!
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My neighbors -- both in my current apartment, and the one I had two years ago -- are all very quiet. Which is great . . . except it means that my kids and I are the noisiest apartment in the building. We've been known to accidentally leave the alarms on when away for the weekend, even though we try to check them before leaving. At least this time we are on the bottom floor.
Oh, and someone around here (I think a building or two over) has cats that run wild, and have horrible yowling and hissing fights in the middle of the night.
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My neighbors upstairs are highly irritating. We have cigarette butts littered all over our front door area because they can’t just get a can to put them in and instead must resort to throwing them all over the ground. They also enjoy screaming at all hours of the day. They act as if no one lives around them. Sure, I don’t mind you puking outside my window at 1:30 in the morning, oh, and I don’t care if you jump and race around your apartment for 3 hours in the middle of the night (sarcasm! ). I haven’t figured it out yet, but they enjoy running this thing that sounds like it could be a vacuum cleaner. However, they only run it for about 10 seconds at odd intervals in the day.
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LOL! How about the two year old that lived above me with her dad. She flushed a tennis ball down the toliet and flooded my apartment and set of my smoke alarm.
Landlord evicted them when they refused to pay for the clean up, firemen came because the signal from the detector whent right to the frehouse up the street, and daddy ended up in hot water. Then when someone gets ahold of or fix it guy, he's about to leave for his daughter's wedding.
Man that was a nightmare. Made me want to strangle the whole lot!
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