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Woke up at 4:45 AM. At 5:45, gave up on getting back to sleep and got up. Took great pleasure in banging the closet door really hard so as to wake up the upstairs elephants, who go to bed about midnight or 1 and love to clog-dance, perform construction, do laundry, and other very loud things right up until they retire.*

Only banged it the once, though, as more than once would clue them in it was being done deliberately. :) I did, 45 minutes later, open and close the utility closet doors which give off a loud metallic EEEEEERRRRRRRAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH, which I hope also woke them up.

And arrived at work almost an hour early, where I shall probably collapse into a deep sleep at 10:35 AM.

* They started this the week they moved in by HANGING PICTURES IN THEIR BEDROOM AT 1:30 IN THE MORNING. On WHAT planet do you think it's acceptable to HAMMER NAILS INTO THE WALL at 1:30 AM in an APARTMENT BUILDING?

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WOW - the cousins of your neighbors live under me!! SAME THING!!!!!

AND two little kids in a building that hasn't seen a minor in at lest 20 years. I feel bad for them, so I quietly simmer.

But hammer in the wee hours?! - uh, sadly I dropped a bunch of things into the cast iron bathtub one morning (early)- things have been quiet.

good luck

When I first moved into the apartment - I took a bottom-floor apartment because my back was injured at the time and I couldn't carry things up stairs - a troupe of clog-dancing elephants lived above me, but it wasn't horrible because they kept more-or-less the same schedule as I did. The current troupe of clog-dancing elephants goes to work later, so they go to sleep about 12-1, and wake up at about 8. Or, I should say, one (the loudest one) goes to work. The other stays home and vacuums. At least once a day, often 2 or 3 times. and does laundry. They do a load of laundry every night about 11:30 PM (every. single. night.), and often do 1 or 2 more during the day. One takes a shower at midnight. The other takes a shower in the morning.

ETA: And sometimes they play Rock Band. Or Guitar Hero. Something that that requires many repeats of the same section of a song, at least. But that never lasts long, and they rarely do it past 10PM, so I don't complain much about that.

And it's a measure of how loud they are in their daily activities that I know all this - I wasn't this familiar with the daily routines of any previous tenant. Not even the one who, every Saturday in the late morning or early afternoon, did something in his living room that caused the floor joists to go squeakysqueakysqueakySQUEAKYSQUEAKYSQUEAKYSQUEAKY and scare my cat. (I banged on the ceiling with a broom the day it got the loudest. It trailed off shortly after I did that and I never heard it again. I am choosing to believe it was exercise equipment.)

I can appreciate - the lady below me vacuums in the evening - I do not know why I can hear hers and not the lady that lived there before (unles she never vacuumed) - it is two children, confined inside due to the weather running back and forth. They are just playing, it is normal behavior, but I have also described them as elephants.

I like the clogging description. These poor kids have never learned to walk 'softly'. I hate carping about them. They are home, not misbehaving and don't need somebody making tings harder for them.

But - they are not the ones hammering at strnage hours of the night.

Parents are fair game.

I know - get your hands on a paint shaker, hooked to a timer - to go off after you leave for work. It will drive them insane! :)

A friend of mine has constant issues with her upstairs neighbors alternately having screaming matches or make-up sex at 3am. Sex that's loud enough for your neighbors to hear what you're saying clearly is just way too loud XD She's labeled them the 'buckfunnies'.

We always seemed to luck out with apartments, but that may be because we consistently chose buildings that were tucked far back in the complex and didn't seem to get much foot traffic. Maybe we were the loud ones :/a I did get the apartment manager called on me once for playing my stereo at three bars at ten in the morning. Maybe my neighbors just had supersonic hearing.

Himself has neighbors with kids that have to knock to get let into their own apartment, because they're apparently not trusted with keys, and they don't just knock once or twice. They stand there and go knockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknock until they get let inside.

My worst neighbor, not at this complex but my previous one, was the one who'd play Tejano music VERY LOUDLY and wouldn't respond to bangs on the wall. My other neighbor said that if you went there to complain, he'd pretend not to understand any English. I called the management frequently, which would get it turned down then, but not stop him doing it later in the week. He eventually moved, yay.

kids that have to knock to get let into their own apartment

...>:O

I could vaguely see that if you're worried enough to keep your door locked all the time, but in that case wouldn't you want to keep an eye on your kids when they're out playing in the pool or with their friends?

I knew someone whose parents did this. The reason behind it was creepy overcontrolling behavior.

You've seen this, yes? http://xkcd.com/316/

Haha! I'll have to share that with her. Thanks for linking it!

I once trailed around my apartment with the broom on ceiling banging duty due to my former neighbors. They had a small child that they would allow to have screaming tantrums on the floor (complete with kicking and screaming). The kid would stompy around the apartment and then throw itself on the floor in various places. So I'd wait for the screaming/thumping to abate and then slam the broom on the ceiling where the brat last was... They moved out shortly after, which I'm sure was unrelated, but it felt good regardless :-)

I have a mop I bring out for ceiling-banging duty. XD It gets deployed if there's loud music after 11 PM on a weeknight, or after midnight on a weekend. And once when they vacuumed in the bedroom at 1:30 AM. It didn't stop the vacuuming at the time - it got turned off a couple of times, then turned back on again - but they've never vacuumed there that late again.

(If it weren't that their other behavior indicates some sort of OCD when it comes to cleaning, I'd have assumed they smashed a light bulb or something, but as it stands, I assume the worst of them.)

Ah apartment living. Currently I have three girls living above me and they tend to leave all at the same time...in the same car...which is strange to me. Anyway, but now instead of child crying I have showers and washing machine going pretty much ALL THE TIME. But at least they are not stompy :)

I cannot wait to get out of apartments. My worst was a genuine bona fide flamenco dancer. The ceiling lights would dance when she practiced. Then she hooked up with a guy who got a swat team to take him away, and after that with a dude who played his music so loud it woke up the baby in the house next door. When we had an intervention, with all the neighbors, the boyfriend stood up spontaneously and recited poetry.

Wow, dramatic!

This is why I'm planning on looking for a house this spring. If I don't find one I like in my price range, I'm going for an apartment. An UPPER FLOOR apartment.

She was quite a character. When I moved in, her husband used to drop his free weights on the floor in a meaningful angry way. He also parked in my mom's spot--with hilarious results, because she stormed over and read him the riot act, and he backed down. He was muscled, six feet, bald, imposing, and my mom is....not. Later, I heard he went to jail for randomly running his van into a store, because he got a bit angry.

Seriously, I need some boring neighbors.

When I was in San Antonio- I made the mistake of taking out my garbage at the exact moment some neighbors were in the process of breaking up. She discovered he'd slept with a friend or something. She marches up to me and asks "Can I use your phone?" Instead of something witty like "No habla ingles", I instead said "Yes" and got to witness the dramatic phone calls between her, her mother, and him. Fun night :)

Flamenco ... ahh, that brings back memories of our last true group house (as opposed to the house we bought a little later as co-owners with our best friends). The girl who had the top-floor room took up flamenco as a hobby and liked to practice when she couldn't sleep! It was amazing that it actually took a couple of sessions of arguing before she really believed that it was bothering anyone ... .

The dorm I live in has paper-thin walls, to the extent that I can hear every word that the people next door are saying when they are speaking at NORMAL VOLUME. During the day, I just put on my headphones, but at 12:30, I start throwing things. It doesn't seem to faze them. Maybe the sound waves only travel one way, and I'm sitting on a quantum physics gold mine.

My freshman year suitemate got into a small argument with my roommate and I over music - her opinion was that she never asked us to turn our music down, so we shouldn't ask her to turn her music down. We finally got it through her head that just because *she* could study with loud music didn't mean *we* could, and that we'd be perfectly happy to turn the music down any time she asked.

Oh, apartments. I have a charming collection of neighbors--the downstairs neighbors had a screaming fight at 4am on Tuesday, and have The Surround Sound System of the Gods--when they play video games, my floor vibrates; the neighbors across the hall are usually quiet, except when they're having loud, drunken parties on the front lawn at 11:00 at night on a weeknight; and I've called the cops on the kitty-corner neighbor, and woken her up at oh-god-it's-early in the morning to yell at her guests to move their damn car, since they (quite unnecessarily) parked me in.

Honestly, the drug dealer at the last apartment was quieter. He just got lots of guests at odd hours.

I had some next door neighbors who owned a bass guitar and a full trapset. They enjoyed playing these instruments, especially at night (but they had no musical ability at all). They also liked to smoke pot, and since the the building was old and there were huge cracks under the doors, the smoke would drift into my apartment (especially into the kitchen area).

I nosed over here through two different journals because BPAL was mentioned (trying to find some cologne-type blends), but this caught my eye. I've been having dorm-noise problems lately, and it's always therapeutic to share complaints.

Cinderblock construction = noise transmission that most concert halls would envy.

I can hear bedsprings squeaking on the floor above, I shit you not, and they've been damn loud hosting small parties (thankfully, the non-sexual kind) at times.

Worse, one of my floor's common rooms has an annex that shares a wall (the one my bed's headboard backs up against) with my room.

One particular group of idiots recently decided it would be a great idea to do some sort of repetitive chant, complete with clapping and stomping. At 3:40 in the morning.

Must. Move.

Gaaaaaah! *sympathies*

I recommend earplugs. I've resorted to that.

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