Gah. Neighbor troubles.

[fenderlove]

So I finally have had it with the noise levels coming from my neighbor's apartment and called down to the front desk (without revealing my name or apartment number) to ask them to send someone up to talk to her about it. After she bitched and ranted at the building manager for thirty minutes to stay out of her business then DEMANDING to know who dared report her, she's been on the phone for the past hour and a half bitching to someone about being reported for her music. She keeps saying things like, "When I find out who the bitch was who called to the desk..." and "I do what I want!" It'd almost be amusing except for the fact that I fear her and her dozens of rapper-wannabe boyfriends that show up at all hours despite the fact that men are not allowed in the all-female college apartments after 9PM (and before that they have to sign in at the front desk). Tomorrow's Sunday, which means she'll be playing really horrid Gospel music at 7AM. Go to church, dammit, if you're going to get up THAT early to listen to the Word! I'm an Cathar Christian/Albigensian (sort of). We don't believe in Gospel music, nor organized Christianity in general. She probably doesn't realize that I can hear every word she says. Though she complained at the beginning of the school year because I was playing a song called "Skinhead Moonstomp" by Simaryp (or Symarip) and said that the song offended her greatly. I explained to her that the song was meant in jest and that it was sung by reggae/ska artists to express their views on racism. Basically, the song is about the black singers pretending to be skinheads. (The song is really good, and I reccommend it to anyone with an interest in reggae/ska music.) She got even more upset at me and called me a "stuck up, lying, white bitch" to which I promptly responded by calling the floor manager to intervene. Two days later, someone passed by room when I was playing "Al the Killer" by Coheed and Cambria. Apparently someone got offended by the chorus of the song ("Die, white girls.") and called the floor manager on me. When the FM came around, I was like, "First they say I'm a racist, now they say I hate my own race. I guess I'm in equal opportunity for my hate." The FM said that she didn't like my attitude and that I had to learn to live in an environment with other people. However, when I brought up the fact that she did nothing when I brought complaints against my neighbor's noise level issues and the poor quality of the bathrooms, she ignored me; but the second someone complained about me, she was on it immediately. She acted all indignant that I would accuse her of such a thing. God, you think I'd be used to this by now. :P