Seriously?

I didn't get it when I lived in the townhouse at Village on the Green.  I didn't get it when we lived in the apartment on Cherry Street, I didn't get it when we lived across the street in the other complex.  I still don't get it now.

WHY do people think it is OKAY to play music with heavy bass at TWO in the friggin morning.
Seriously are they that self absorbed?
Head phones people, it such a simple solution.
Oh having a party and expecting everyone else to be okay with it too when you are so loud you wake people from a dead sleep? Not so cool.  Also WTF
How can you think that is okay?  Disturbing  a hundred or so people just so you can have your precious party?  Not to mention the destruction of property and littering that occurs.

I don't actually care about the bass during the day.  Could care less.  But at 11pm or later.  I sure as hell care.  People are trying to sleep.  And that is what people normally do at that time.  So seriously put some fucking head phones on.
And if someone goes and asks you to turn down your bass because it is intrusive, then be respectful and turn it down a lot.  Not a token effort, that just makes your neighbors angry. And  they call by law and email the landlord.  Again.  Next time, we're just going to call by law.  Why bother wasting the effort to ask if you aren't going to listen.
The first incident I can understand, you are away from home for the first time.  The second time maybe, the third plus times, not so much.

Now I just think you are a spoiled rotten, inconsiderate stupid froshling.

Even the potheads on our other side figured out that we wouldn't call by law if they just turned off the bass after the second or third time.  How ever they also learned we will still call bylaw if they are having a rowdy party where there is tons of yelling and screaming involved because we're not sure we WANT to go knock on the door.
That particular party woke William up to the point that William was yelling at Andrew and I (who were sleeping till we heard him upset) to stop yelling. He was very distressed.

When you share walls with your neighbors you can't treat the place, no matter how much you want to, as a single home dwelling. 
I hate living in the student ghetto.