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Jul. 15th, 2006 10:01 pmLast night, there was so much noise outside it was impossible to sleep.
Now, if I had already fallen asleep by the time the manner-challenged started their nachspiels, chances are I wouldn't have woken up. As it happens, I hadn't. I don't know what time it was when I finally caved and stuffed my ears full of dubious matter. As in natural wax ear plugs. Probably after five in the morning.
What I do know, is that I got far too little sleep, and what I got came post-plugging. I managed a bit more this afternoon, but there was no way I could go to the beach as planned. Too bad headache, too much risk of falling dead asleep in the sun.
I think the worst of the noise came from the house on the corner on our street, making it impossible to bang on the wall in order to make it known that the party sounds are not appreciated. We were not up to getting dressed and going out to yell at drunken people in the middle of the night (or early in the morning, as it were). The sad part is that they played bloody good music, but there are situations where I'm more in favour of listening to Violent Femmes and Johnny Cash.
What minuscule fragments of good will I had melted away like ice cubes in a towering inferno when they put on Coldplay.
Furthermore, people passing on the street seemed angrier than usual. Could be the heat winding them up. They were yelling and cursing, glass was broken, and I was jolted out of my near-sleep over and over again by what sounded like not-so-harmless fisticuffs.
I don't mind a bit of noise. I wouldn't have been able to live in a big city if I did. What I do mind is aggravated, drunk, unpredictable people. I also mind a whole fucking lot people who seem oblivious of the fact that their neighbours live closer than fifteen kilometres.
As I type, some fuckers are apparently warming up to tonight's revels. This lot doesn't even have a semblance of taste in music. Ack.
They've switched to Dumdum Boys. I feel marginally better.
ETA: Is that a Crazy Frog version of We Are The Champions I hear?! Oh for crying out fucking loud, these wankers don't deserve to live! Not to mention that Dumdum Boys don't deserve listeners like this!
Now, if I had already fallen asleep by the time the manner-challenged started their nachspiels, chances are I wouldn't have woken up. As it happens, I hadn't. I don't know what time it was when I finally caved and stuffed my ears full of dubious matter. As in natural wax ear plugs. Probably after five in the morning.
What I do know, is that I got far too little sleep, and what I got came post-plugging. I managed a bit more this afternoon, but there was no way I could go to the beach as planned. Too bad headache, too much risk of falling dead asleep in the sun.
I think the worst of the noise came from the house on the corner on our street, making it impossible to bang on the wall in order to make it known that the party sounds are not appreciated. We were not up to getting dressed and going out to yell at drunken people in the middle of the night (or early in the morning, as it were). The sad part is that they played bloody good music, but there are situations where I'm more in favour of listening to Violent Femmes and Johnny Cash.
What minuscule fragments of good will I had melted away like ice cubes in a towering inferno when they put on Coldplay.
Furthermore, people passing on the street seemed angrier than usual. Could be the heat winding them up. They were yelling and cursing, glass was broken, and I was jolted out of my near-sleep over and over again by what sounded like not-so-harmless fisticuffs.
I don't mind a bit of noise. I wouldn't have been able to live in a big city if I did. What I do mind is aggravated, drunk, unpredictable people. I also mind a whole fucking lot people who seem oblivious of the fact that their neighbours live closer than fifteen kilometres.
As I type, some fuckers are apparently warming up to tonight's revels. This lot doesn't even have a semblance of taste in music. Ack.
They've switched to Dumdum Boys. I feel marginally better.
ETA: Is that a Crazy Frog version of We Are The Champions I hear?! Oh for crying out fucking loud, these wankers don't deserve to live! Not to mention that Dumdum Boys don't deserve listeners like this!
