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Nancy, meet Super Soaker Aquashock Arctic Blast. Oh, I'm sorry. Did that get you wet?

My apartment experiences haven't been good, and while it could be because this is the first apartment situation I've had, I highly doubt it. Dog poop EVERYWHERE. (and this is a nice complex, as far as apartment complexes go... but these people seem to refuse to pick up dog poop, despite the presence of dog poop bags the managers provide in five places around the complex.) There are motorcycles revving, people honking to rouse others from their apartments, fights, the usual. Our upstairs neighbors are lound when it comes to stomping feet, but I don't mind that as much. I know they have a kid, and guess what, kids run around... a lot. What I don't get are the people above them. They're loud as sh*t, and we can hear them stomping around and having parties all the time. I feel really bad for our neighbors on the floor above us.

The topper, besides the broken bottles that end up in our little balcony area (it's sunken in, and I have a hard time calling it a balcony, but it's about that much space), the trash (I've had doggie 'piddle pads', face masks (the medical kind), etc), the wax (which I'm still trying to figure out what that's all about), the loud yelling and talking that happens at all hours, the cigarette butts... you name it... was last weekend.

I'm mostly over it, and am now viewing it as one of those awful experiences that is making me move to the 'next phase' of home buying, but it's unlikely I'll forget it. About a quarter to four in the morning, I hear some shouting. It's been hot. About 105+ in the day, so getting any breeze at night is awesome, and we leave the window open. Some dude is shouting to someone else that he'll "be there in five minutes." Then I hear a girl giggling, and he's shouting more stuff. More giggles. "OOoh, the grass is WET!" I realize they're about 2 feet from my open window, which sits at just above ground level. I was getting pissed and didn't know what to do, because I figured I'd get myself into some kind of trouble. Those that know me well can attest that when I'm mad, really mad, I start to freeze. I calmed down, as they're continually shouting, get up pull up my blinds and... they're f*cking outside of my window. F*cking.

I did a loud clearing of my throat, scared the sh*t out of them, slammed my window, which is loud to start with, and closed my blinds. They continued talking, though it was more quiet. They were impressed with themselves for getting caught by some 'lady'. Seriously. Then the upstairs neighbor, who had already been pacing around went downstairs. I don't know exactly what he said - he must have been speaking quietly - but they took off. Skedaddled.

And the next morning, I vowed to take getting a home more seriously. To work on budgets, and start saving for a down payment.

So, was the girl hot?

Doesn't sound indicative of most complexes, at least around here. You've visited me in far to many, and even the craptastic complexes weren't as bad as what you're saying.

Sorry you're neighbors all suck. :(

Slammed the window? Missed opportunity. That's when you should have pulled out the video camera and hit 'em with a flood light.

I was getting so mad, I couldn't think of anything else, aside from going out there and laying the smack down.

I figured I should add that the third floor neighbors have been reported several times by various people... and yet they still live there. I'm not sure how the F that's even possible. Oh well.

Our neighbors walked their yappy dog at 8am today. 8am on a Sunday, right outside my window.

I feel that I can't complain though, because Erica, damn! Seems you're easily having the worst apartment experience I've ever heard. Sounds like any attempt to make things better would be pointless. I'm beginning to form (even more) negative opinions about Utah. Seriously, when we lived in ghetto Stanton, it wasn't as bad as you're describing. I wish you strength!

The thing is... I'd hardly call this a view of Utah. Most people are nice to the point of making me sick. I think we just got a crappy situation in this particular building. J's co-worker doesn't have this problem and she's in my complex.

And, I do blame the dog poop on thier dog, since they've shown themselves to be so irresponsible.

Or at least a digital camera. Having pictures of them fvcking on the common areas posted ALL OVER THE COMPLEX would have been a nice lesson in DON'T WAKE ME THE FVCK UP AT 4AM. :evil:

Hey, Mister- we taxpayers had to pony up for your incarceration in Camp Lithium. Show a little gratitude.