The worst part is the gaps in between songs.. Because for those few seconds I can hear it all again.
About 6 months ago I was living in a different apartment. It was beautiful. It overlooked the river and the city and was a steal at only $400 a week for a three bedroom apartment in the city. I would drive home and unlock the gate that lead underneath our building with the touch of a button. I'd get in the lift and go up almost all the way to the top, to my door that was just outside the lift. It had the novelties of having cameras at the gates to that when someone buzzed you you could see them on your TV. Sometimes we'd watch the security camera just for fun, to see what was going on out there. It had the novelty of being able to walk out the gate and have a river right there.. where you could fish. It had the convenience of a supermarket directly across the road. I loved it.
The problem with living in the city as that every friend that you have that doesn't live in the city uses it as their pre-nightclub drinking destination. Which then turned in to.. their drinking destination. So they didn't even go out anymore they just came here and drank.
Before I lived in this particular place I'd had bad luck with my possessions being damaged by my two current housemates.. thanks to alcohol. I was out of town for my cousin's wedding to come home and find that my laptop smelled of beer and the keyboard no longer worked. The drunk fuck didn't even know he'd done it. I quizzed him on it and he was under the impression that one of his friends did it. Either so drunk he didn't know or just plain lied.
Then at the next place we moved to, I was at work, and the two of them were, you guessed it, drinking at my place. I got a call at work because someone had spilled alcohol down the back of my television and it ceased to work. The culprit and I went halves in a new TV when we moved in to our last place.. He was only giving me $60 a fortnight for it until he had eventually paid me half. This will be a problem soon.
One night one of my housemates and his friend got incredibly drunk on a Wednesday night. Pretty responsible. It was unbearable.. and lasted until 3am until they went out. There were door slamming, glasses being broken, music blaring, running around outside and inside. It only ended because they drove to the service station at 3am to buy snacks and got pulled over, and my housemate went to jail for being wellllll over the limit.
We got a letter of eviction a couple of days later.
Why wouldn't I have learnt from this experience and just not gone in to another rental agreement with these people? It costs me money with broken and damaged goods and causes me no end of grief over the want for peace and quiet.
I don't know what to say. I just want to be out. I don't even want it to stop because I couldn't give a fuck what they did after I'm gone. It's a violation of friendship as no consideration is paid to me what so ever. These are supposed to be my two best friends.
Our lease should be up in maybe 2 months. After that I have a few options. I could try and find someone else to live with.. I think I'd like to live with a girl. For the cleanliness and the behaviour. And for the beauty products. Or I could move back in with my family for a little while and move to Brisbane for the start of second semester. I guess that depends on whether I'd get accepted for a transfer first and foremost.
I'm not opposed to drinking. I'm not opposed to fun. I am opposed to being a cock to your friend. I am opposed to not being able to chill out after work because this happens every fucking night.
So I'm going to continue looking on realestate.com for places to move to. Because I sure as fuck am not living with these two ever, ever again.
About 6 months ago I was living in a different apartment. It was beautiful. It overlooked the river and the city and was a steal at only $400 a week for a three bedroom apartment in the city. I would drive home and unlock the gate that lead underneath our building with the touch of a button. I'd get in the lift and go up almost all the way to the top, to my door that was just outside the lift. It had the novelties of having cameras at the gates to that when someone buzzed you you could see them on your TV. Sometimes we'd watch the security camera just for fun, to see what was going on out there. It had the novelty of being able to walk out the gate and have a river right there.. where you could fish. It had the convenience of a supermarket directly across the road. I loved it.
The problem with living in the city as that every friend that you have that doesn't live in the city uses it as their pre-nightclub drinking destination. Which then turned in to.. their drinking destination. So they didn't even go out anymore they just came here and drank.
Before I lived in this particular place I'd had bad luck with my possessions being damaged by my two current housemates.. thanks to alcohol. I was out of town for my cousin's wedding to come home and find that my laptop smelled of beer and the keyboard no longer worked. The drunk fuck didn't even know he'd done it. I quizzed him on it and he was under the impression that one of his friends did it. Either so drunk he didn't know or just plain lied.
Then at the next place we moved to, I was at work, and the two of them were, you guessed it, drinking at my place. I got a call at work because someone had spilled alcohol down the back of my television and it ceased to work. The culprit and I went halves in a new TV when we moved in to our last place.. He was only giving me $60 a fortnight for it until he had eventually paid me half. This will be a problem soon.
One night one of my housemates and his friend got incredibly drunk on a Wednesday night. Pretty responsible. It was unbearable.. and lasted until 3am until they went out. There were door slamming, glasses being broken, music blaring, running around outside and inside. It only ended because they drove to the service station at 3am to buy snacks and got pulled over, and my housemate went to jail for being wellllll over the limit.
We got a letter of eviction a couple of days later.
Why wouldn't I have learnt from this experience and just not gone in to another rental agreement with these people? It costs me money with broken and damaged goods and causes me no end of grief over the want for peace and quiet.
I don't know what to say. I just want to be out. I don't even want it to stop because I couldn't give a fuck what they did after I'm gone. It's a violation of friendship as no consideration is paid to me what so ever. These are supposed to be my two best friends.
Our lease should be up in maybe 2 months. After that I have a few options. I could try and find someone else to live with.. I think I'd like to live with a girl. For the cleanliness and the behaviour. And for the beauty products. Or I could move back in with my family for a little while and move to Brisbane for the start of second semester. I guess that depends on whether I'd get accepted for a transfer first and foremost.
I'm not opposed to drinking. I'm not opposed to fun. I am opposed to being a cock to your friend. I am opposed to not being able to chill out after work because this happens every fucking night.
So I'm going to continue looking on realestate.com for places to move to. Because I sure as fuck am not living with these two ever, ever again.
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im sorry its shit for you.
ive been evicted so many times and lived with so many disrespectful people.
im now living back at home, which i thought was going to suckkkkkkkkkk but its good becuase i have it so good there and noone is ever home. none of my stuff ever gets stolen and if i go away for the weekend, i dont come home to find seedy condoms or blood in my bed sheets..
maybe you could move back in with your mum, even if its just a temporary thing..
i am sure you would be saving some money by doing that, thats if you would like to be saving money.. im not trying to incinuate that your poor. ahah.
i think theres a site that is used for people to advertise that they need housemates.
maybe you should have a look at that. they usualy say whate theire expectations of a housemate are so you might find someone with the same morals and expectations as you..
I wish I could help with your situation or offer advice, but I have only lived out of home when I was overseas so have never really had these experiences before. Although I do know that coming back to live at home is one of the hardest things to do. no matter how old you get, your parents will always treat you like a child, especially if you live under their roof.
xoxo