Neighbors suck.

Not all neighbors.  Just mine.  Obviously.

First of all, let me just say that school is going fine, I hate pediatric nursing, my midterm is tomorrow morning and at least there are only 4 more long weeks until this class is done.  Now that we've covered school...

Neighbors.  I've had issues with neighbors since I lived in some piece of crap apartment in Aliso Viejo where I was forced to listen to my upstairs neighbors do distasteful things to Metallica and Biohazard.  Needless to say, I wasn't home a lot.

Next was my first place in San Clemente, the 4-plex on Mariposa.  At that one, I got to listen to my drunk downstairs neighbor call his girlfriend vile things and throw things all around.  I called the cops.  He was hauled off.  His girlfriend thanked me, but about 2 years later I passed them in the produce section and they were back living together.  Of course.

After that was my extended stay in the coolest studio on earth.  I think it was there that my neighbor hatred escalated from low simmer to almost bonfire.  Where do I start?  The wannabe crusty San Clemente gnar-dog feebly holding onto his punk roots though he's pushing 44y/o?  Perhaps the sponge girl that got the aforementioned gnar-dog evicted, then proceeded to do distasteful things exactly 7 feet and one piece of 2in. faced insulation from me (she was finally evicted after 4 months unpaid rent)?  Or, the co-dependent, drug-dependent trainwrecks that screamed, swore, threw things at each other, "made-up" exactly 7 feet and one piece of 2in. faced insulation away from me, and the COUNTLESS times I heard Leann Rimes' whiny ballad "How Do I Live Without You" sung at the top of his lungs several times in succession by the unemployed loser husband?  And then, there were the people in the neighboring buildings...

And now.  Now, I live on the North side.  It's nice here.  Quiet, charming.  Until some damn renters from Indiana moved in next door and brought their damn surround sound stereo and hyper-vocal toddler and insist on leaving the sliding door open 24/7.  I've heard John Mayer sung at the top of my new neighbor's lungs.   What is it about people that do this that think the rest of civilization can't hear them?  Trust me, we do.  By the way, I hate John Mayer now.

I hope they only signed a 6-month lease.