Okay, that's it.

*seething in anger* Now I really feel like stabbing someone.

(Too bad my knives are hidden inside my underbed boxes of clothes, since my parents are coming tomorrow and they don't need to see them.)

Okay.

Now they've turned the music down a bit, but they're still singing and stuff and I can still hear some talking sounds from outside my bedroom window. And also my friend (who lives on the other side of the building) told me that there's an outdoor concert on that side there, so even *she* can't sleep. It's like sleepless night or something.

AND IT'S FARKING BACK!!!!

I think I'm gonna file a complaint at this time....I don't think I can hold this anger here any longer.

Tried to negotiate.

Okay.

So I pulled on my creepy Jedi robe over my pyjamas, strapped on my knife belt (keeping it behind me, of course, out of sight), and went over next door...I had to stand by the door for a little while until the music was less loud enough for me to pound on the door with any chance of them hearing it. My heart was pounding with worry. Were they going to be so drunk that they were going to attack me the moment I interrupted their party?

It's a girls' flat over there, and they had lots of guys over...and they were really goddamn drunk. And by that I mean farking goddamn drunk. Beer cans carpeting the floor and tables. And other bottles too. I tried to tell them that it's a bit loud and I was trying to sleep, but he who answered the door was goddamn drunk so, uh, I guess it went in one ear and out the other. Whatever. I turned around and walked back down their stairwell.

There were a couple of guys talking on the phone down in the mall, I guess they were enjoying the, uh, entertainment of drunken singing or something.

Just as I was about to open the door over to my own stairwell, a girl comes out from their stairwell, says, "hey where's that girl?" and then finds me. I'm guessing she's the hostess of the party, since she was sober, and she said she'd try to turn it down and close all of the windows and see if that helps. If not then she'll try to break it up.

Indeed it's quieter now (barely, but quieter nonetheless), but I don't think there's much I can do about the drunken singing. I guess I'll just try to sleep. But I feel so cozy with my robe and my knife on me I'm facing the dilemma of whether I really really want to sleep or not, just so I can feel all special dressed like this.

Hopefully this is all I'll have to say about Night of Hell.

Finished?

I'm pretty sure they're done now. I only hear the girls' voices now and the tinkering of glass (as they are cleaning up?).

Closing thoughts. [journal]

Just because it's Saturday night doesn't give you an excuse to party like there's no tomorrow. In fact, there is never an excuse to party like there's no tomorrow. And especially not when it's pretty obvious that the whole place here is pretty industrial in construction: panel walls, not drywall; metal staircase, and so on. I think I didn't need to hear first-hand what drunken singing sounded like. Anyway, this means that the walls are about as effective as cardboard in keeping sound out.

For once I wanted to go to bed early, but I couldn't because of that partying. When I couldn't take it anymore and went next door to ask them to quiet down, I considered, for a moment, drawing my knife so they'd know I meant business. But I didn't. I really don't want to get into any more trouble than my already serious potential trouble with the law. And, I never knew drunk until I saw them. Not to say that I've ever seen anyone else drunk before.