Metaplanar Babel

I hate people. There are any number of individual people who are great and whose company I enjoy, but people as a whole suck. They’re loud, obnoxious, don’t give a shit about anyone but themselves, and it drives me crazy.

Why am I up at freakin 12:30am bitching about how people suck, you ask? Well, sit a spell, and I’ll tell you. I’m up at 12:30am right now, because the people across the freakin street are having a party, with music so damn loud that I can hear the bass - all the way across the street, through the entire width of my townhouse to the master bedroom in the back! We’re talking at least 200 yards of sound coverage, through multiple insulated walls.

It’s bad enough that Jon’s joint problems cause him to twitch at least one or two times every 5 minutes or so, shaking the whole damn bed and waking me from the brink of slumber. I can deal with that; we have other beds in the house, so I usually just go sleep on one of those. However, both of those other beds are on the front of the house, where el ghetto rap partay across the street rings out loud and clear. I wish I had a set of good earplugs, so I could actually get some sleep tonight. Unfortunately, I don’t, so I’m sitting here at my computer, without my contacts in (and my face about 2 inches from the screen so I can actually read what I’m typing), bitching into the soundless void of the internet because I’m too lame to bitch at them or call the police. I’m hoping that by the time I finish ranting, the party will be over or turned down or something but I’m afraid my hope is in vain.

Thank you so much, all you freakin college students and other assholes who blast your car stereos or throw loud parties and ruin a good night’s sleep for the responsible among us who don’t stay up until 3am anymore. In the immortal words of Mr. Garrison (of South Park fame), “You go to hell! You go to hell and you die!”

Edit: I guess I’m going to be sleeping down in the basement tonight (where our computers are), because it’s the only room in the entire freakin house where you can’t hear the bass from across the street. I can’t even fully articulate how infuriated I am. I’m sure it doesn’t seem like all that big of a deal, but I do *not* sleep well without silence. The slightest bit of bass is like a fly buzzing around my face; I just can’t relax enough to fall asleep. It’s stupid, and it sucks, but that’s how it goes. Besides, if I open the front door, I can hear their music perfectly clear, words and all, and that is too freakin loud. It’s kind of funny, Jon’s mom wanted us to buy the bloody townhouse a while back, and I am so thankful that we didn’t take her up on it. This used to be a very quiet, respectable neighborhood, but things are going downhill pretty fast. This is only the most notable incident; there have been many more. *growl* Anyhow, hopefully I’ll manage to get some sleep tonight, despite sleeping on a carpet-covered concrete floor. >.<