My last blog post wasn't that long ago, but it might be time for another one.
I'm fucking furious. I moved (as I've probably mentioned about 1 million times already) and my neighbours are a bunch of Russian guys. I don't know how many of them there are, maybe two or three. I assume they're my age, maybe a bit older. Young anyway. Which is cool, they seemed nice enough.
But FUCKING HELL. They're loud. They listen to music a lot and loudly. And I don't know what it is, but the wall between their place and mine is super thin or something and I can hear EVERYTHING.
I really don't want to be that shitty nagging neighbour. God knows I had one of those and when everyday at exactly 10pm someone knocks and complains because you dare to talk in your own home, that's really really annoying.
And I do really understand that people like music (their music isn't even that bad, it's just the amound and that it's coming through a wall and when I have to work or study) and parties. BUT SERIOUSLY?!
So yesterday I went to the hairdresser's. The salon was absolutely lovely and the lady was super nice. AND she did a great job. My hair was really long, almost to my butt and there wasn't really anything I could do with it. Except braid. I actually have a haircut now and I love it a lot.
When I came back I could hear their music on the street already and of course in my bedroom. So I went over and was like "You know I'm sorry and I hate to be the lame neighbour, but would you mind turning it down a little? I can hear everything in my room and bla, pleas?" and the guy was really nice about it and said it was no problem.
And it really wasn't. The rest of last night was fine.
And then this morning it started again at effing 8am. I was still in my pjs and I didn't feel like either going over in pjs or getting dressed only to complain, so I was a bitch and banged against the wall Even though I usually think that's a pretty shitty thing to do and actually talking is the better option.
It was ok for the rest of the morning.
And tonight... they're at it again! I'm effing furious. Really. I'll have to discuss with my boyfriend what I/we are going to do about it. Really, I'm not some miserable, mean old bitch, but there's only so much I can take.
What should I do? I feel stupid for going over and asking again, but it's freaking 10:30pm and it's still going on.


On a positive note:
The hairdresser was a success I can't wait to find out what my boyfriend thinks about it. 3 days until our visit and his exam. Think of us/him Saturday mornig, ok?