But when shit moves in above your head… I miss my house. It used to be a nice house until FUCKING STUDENTS MOVED IN UPSTAIRS!!!!! I moved here because it wasn’t a student house. Now my quiet lifestyle is full of slamming doors that shake the house (which no past tenants were even capable of), loud clompy lumbering footsteps, cigarette butts and ashes on my front steps and lawn, parties every weekend and a constant stream of unrecognizable people (oh admit it, you know all students look the same!). And 4 people live upstairs? Really? Can you point them out to me out of the 10 that I usually see come in and out? Oh but they’re mature students, they’re in the 4th year. Fuuuuuck you… they’re still students who don’t give a shit about the house they live in. —This Was a Nice House Once
This article appears in Oct 20-26, 2011.
If it was ‘your house’ you could kick them to the curb.
Sorry for your loss. As a bonus, you now know what it means to have a teenager living under your roof, so you can decide now whether or not to have children in the future.
They do all look the same. With their book learnin’ and casual sexual relationships. Grinds my gears.
I read a lot and enjoy casual sexual relationships…..not a student but enjoy banging one on the weekend…..life tastes sweeeet!
Have you tried actually talking to them?
I feel that OP. The people above me are loud shits. Once they wake up my infant from sleeping there going to hear it.
whoever told you that, is a fucking fool. you don’t have to love or like any fucking place.i live where i am, and am happy with it. i don’t let any bullshit start here. if you start fucking trouble, you would find yourself on the way out in a very short time.
some here will say you have to sit back and take it, no fucking way you do.get fucking nuts on them, or if female, get a good friend to go apeshit. they will soon get the message.
Your house? Maybe it is ***your flat*** for the terms of the lease agreement but your landlord OWNS the house…..whew, glad I could clear that up for you.
When you co-exist with others you need to compromise on a lot of levels…..they are probably talking about the nosy weird person who lives on the lower level……ewwww, every time someone comes over there is that FACE in the window watching them.
Look around your hovel, pack the shit, move on.
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Gotta love country living !
The worse thing I got going on lately is the raccoons have figured out they can roll the garbage cans down the yard toward the river !
THey haven’t figured out how to untie them yet…but they sure are trying hard !
I looked out the other evening & there were 3 of them, two were holding on to the bottom of the over turned can, & the third was pulling on the lid so hard it was bending .(its one of those twist on Rubber made cans with the two locking side handles)
But they haven’t figured out how to untie the truckers hitch, with the quick release half turn back ,so they can get the lid off.
I’ve also noticed whenever they are around…you never see the neighbors cats.
I wonder if they would harm the cats if they could catch them ????
i actually heard tha some cats will mate with them. the breed of maine coon cat comes to mind here. but i don’t know, i knew a guy that had cabbits once, cute little things. long ears and tail, looked like a cat, but hopped like a bunny. out of 8, 3 survived, and he sold them to some woman in ontario for 500 bucks each.
vets say one thing, ma nature says another. i’m waiting for the first moose cross deer to show up. would we call it a meer, or a doose?
OB, be creative. There is a way to get back at them. Find their weakness and exploit it.
OB, you have my sympathies, I once lived in a somewhat similar situation. However, you should breathe a small sigh of relief if they only party on the weekend (assuming you don’t have to work on the weekend). That was the one good thing about living where I lived, that they at least weren’t disturbing my work nights. And their loud parties gave me carte blanche to also have loud parties…of course, that’s not everyone’s thing.
Making a big mess in the yard sucks for sure, because then you pretty much have to clean it up yourself if you want a nice yard. Hopefully they’ll move out come spring.
Nothing that the continious blaring of Barry Manilow’s Greatest Hits couldn’t cure. Worked in Doonesbury.
“Mature Student” what does that mean. Your 35 and your husband just left in a fit of middle age crisis? Wait until these retards are paying the mortgage, insurance, blah blah. Get invited to one of these parties and when the volume is way up…punch holes in there walls…Daddy paid the damage deposit anyway, but you’ll feel better. P.S. Punching drywall hurts wear something on your hand.