Saturday is in the running for the laziest day ever. I managed to make it to the living room around 9:30 but hardly moved again until noon. Lazy moments happen, and relaxed days are allowed, but doing nothing isn't really option for me. Also completely out of the norm is me not showing up for something I've been planning on attending for about two months. Specifically, I was supposed to participate in the Heart Walk for the American Heart Association.
Who or what is responsible for turning me into a zombie-like, lazy bum well into the afternoon? The neighbors and their stupid parties. The neighbors' antics as they went to and and from their apartments, seemingly unaware the concrete tunnels that serve as hallways magnify and carry sound. The neighbors' guests yelling on the sidewalk just below my bedroom windows. Yes, that's right, I blame the neighbors.
My apartment is over the gym and the common room. Anytime someone wants to have a gathering too large for their apartment, I hear it. Whenever someone wants to workout in the wee hours of the morning, I hear that too. Most of the time, it's not a huge problem, but last night was out of control. I'm fairly certain every international student at University of Tampa was gathered in the common room, with a few Americans mixed in for good measure. This group loved it some dance music. LMFAO and Britney are great for the gym, but I do not really need to hear them, or techno Adele, when I'm trying to sleep.
Finally, the party downstairs broke up and the party next door began. Lucky me, my bedroom is right next to my neighbor's living room, and my bed is on the same wall as her couch (sarcasm font). After at least thirty minutes, I couldn't take it anymore. Over the next two hours, I banged on the wall, yelled for them to be quiet, stuck my head out the door and gave the people congregating in the hallway my best dirty look, and went outside at least two more times, begging and pleading for them to at least take the volume down a little. Side note - wearing a wrist splint with a large piece of metal in it is excellent when you need to bang on your wall in an attempt to shush your neighbors. Finally, at 4:12 am, I sent my friend Erin, who I was supposed to meet for the heart walk, an email warning her that I may not make it since I was supposed to meet her about four hours later. I wanted to be there, but I knew if I did not fall asleep immediately after hitting send I would likely not actually wake up when I silenced my alarms and if I didn't fall asleep, I would not be in any condition to drive.
The last time I looked at the clock, it was around 4:45, and I could still hear the people next door, despite the feather pillows I was clinging to my ears. Once I'm out, I'm out, but falling asleep with that much noise is almost impossible, even for me. When the noise started up again Saturday night, I hightailed it out of my apartment and headed straight to Ryan's. I couldn't take another night without sleep. The neighbors are safe for now, but I make no promises things won't turn violent if there's a repeat of Friday night/Saturday morning. On second thought, I think a bullhorn with a siren button or an air horn might be a smarter move--I don't think I want to wind up with prisoners for neighbors.
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