Sunday, March 07, 2004
the trouble with scott
all day long, he played loud music from the tv room, the loudest so far since he bought that new bose stereo along with the sony tv last december. he was never a guy who cares much with music or watching tv shows, for the pre-december time was tv and stereo-less since he purchased the house on last year's summer. even after he owns the home-theatre apparatus, he rarely use it except occasionally. at least, until yesterday.
ok, for those of you who don't know who scott is, he's my landlord. housemate. a 42-year-old childless divorcee, works for parks canada, living with two cats in a nice house in the middle of a nice neighbourhood. i rent a room in his house and have been staying here for almost six months. the house itself is great, not to small but big enough as a shelter for two people. i buy and cook my own food, he buys and cooks his own food. i come and go whenever i want, he comes and goes whenever he wants. we share everything inside the house except the ones in our own rooms. he doesn't care of anything that i do as long as i can keep the rest of the house clean and in a good shape. he lends me stuff, and sometimes if he's in a good mood he shares some of his own cooking with me. often he spends his weekends out of town, so i would have the whole house on my own. in short, life is good between us. but apparently that's not the case for his own life. i remember he wept in front of me in the kitchen a few months ago when he broke up with his then-girlfriend. and i haven't really heard any good stories of the aftermath until now. more stories about him? check over here and here.
but that's not what this post is about. it's about how he's been driving me nuts since yesterday. unlike my wake-up call two days ago, which was pleasing because it was my girlfriend's voice, yesterday's one was a very loud country music that he played at 9 am. and when i say loud, i mean loud. i'm pretty sure if it was during night time he would already got complains from neighbours five blocks away. it's not a pleasant way to start your day, believe me. especially when it's the kind of music that you really despise. i gotta check my hearing afterwards.
turned he just bought a new cd, which was quite a surprise because he rarely do that. he said that the last time he buys cds was around three years ago. so he wanted to listen to it, and that would be okay. but it's not okay because he played it, literally, all day, non-stop! not only that, he even played it louder when a few of his friends came along around noon, because he wanted to show it off! it really ruined my plan to study for my three upcoming midterms next week. you cannot concentrate whatsoever. bad time to stay at home and not going anywhere, mil. i know, i know, i should've said that to him, but i guess i'm just too kind. besides, he's been really good with me.
but it's getting worse. around 5 pm, a guy friend of him came around (the music was, of course, still playing loudly and it's the same cd played repeatedly) and they had dinner together. afterwards, they sang along loudly with their awful voices to the music as if it's the last thing they can do before they die. it was not until the time was approaching 8 pm that they went out to a party together and the music stops. i finally got my peaceful time of the day.
fastforward to 1 am, around two hours ago. the phone rang and a woman's shuddery voice was at the other end, obviously drunk. her voice growled, sentences were unclear because she only mumbled them. i thought it was a wrong number, so i said i guess you're dialing a wrong number. but she said no it's not. i asked whether she wants to talk to scott, because he's not home yet. she said yeah but obviously he's still busy partyin' huh, and then laughed. and then she apologized for waking me up. i said no you didn't, so no worries. she kept apologizing, but sneaked laughter in between. i said whatever. then she said if he ever gets home, you'd say to him that it's rude to left the party without saying goodbye to us, ok. i said what, because she muttered it too fast. she repeated that. errr... ok, i said. you'd do that, right, she asked again. as you wish, i shrugged. okay then, bye, and she hanged up. i left a post-it note on his door, exactly what she was saying.
around 1.30-ish. i'm in my room. he came home and went straight in front of the tv, turned it on loud. he's drunk too, i guess, i could tell from his weird laugh. after about 15 minutes, he turned the tv off, and there were sounds of footsteps, and then silence, and then another laugh, followed by a weird sound which took me a moment to recognized it as a silent, faltered cry. he got the message. i didn't hear any running water sounds from the sink which usually come before he goes to bed.
i'm just hoping he won't play the same cd again or sappy songs tomorrow. or maybe he could. i'm going out.
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update: 3.45 am. i heard puke sounds from his bathroom. poor thing.
all day long, he played loud music from the tv room, the loudest so far since he bought that new bose stereo along with the sony tv last december. he was never a guy who cares much with music or watching tv shows, for the pre-december time was tv and stereo-less since he purchased the house on last year's summer. even after he owns the home-theatre apparatus, he rarely use it except occasionally. at least, until yesterday.
ok, for those of you who don't know who scott is, he's my landlord. housemate. a 42-year-old childless divorcee, works for parks canada, living with two cats in a nice house in the middle of a nice neighbourhood. i rent a room in his house and have been staying here for almost six months. the house itself is great, not to small but big enough as a shelter for two people. i buy and cook my own food, he buys and cooks his own food. i come and go whenever i want, he comes and goes whenever he wants. we share everything inside the house except the ones in our own rooms. he doesn't care of anything that i do as long as i can keep the rest of the house clean and in a good shape. he lends me stuff, and sometimes if he's in a good mood he shares some of his own cooking with me. often he spends his weekends out of town, so i would have the whole house on my own. in short, life is good between us. but apparently that's not the case for his own life. i remember he wept in front of me in the kitchen a few months ago when he broke up with his then-girlfriend. and i haven't really heard any good stories of the aftermath until now. more stories about him? check over here and here.
but that's not what this post is about. it's about how he's been driving me nuts since yesterday. unlike my wake-up call two days ago, which was pleasing because it was my girlfriend's voice, yesterday's one was a very loud country music that he played at 9 am. and when i say loud, i mean loud. i'm pretty sure if it was during night time he would already got complains from neighbours five blocks away. it's not a pleasant way to start your day, believe me. especially when it's the kind of music that you really despise. i gotta check my hearing afterwards.
turned he just bought a new cd, which was quite a surprise because he rarely do that. he said that the last time he buys cds was around three years ago. so he wanted to listen to it, and that would be okay. but it's not okay because he played it, literally, all day, non-stop! not only that, he even played it louder when a few of his friends came along around noon, because he wanted to show it off! it really ruined my plan to study for my three upcoming midterms next week. you cannot concentrate whatsoever. bad time to stay at home and not going anywhere, mil. i know, i know, i should've said that to him, but i guess i'm just too kind. besides, he's been really good with me.
but it's getting worse. around 5 pm, a guy friend of him came around (the music was, of course, still playing loudly and it's the same cd played repeatedly) and they had dinner together. afterwards, they sang along loudly with their awful voices to the music as if it's the last thing they can do before they die. it was not until the time was approaching 8 pm that they went out to a party together and the music stops. i finally got my peaceful time of the day.
fastforward to 1 am, around two hours ago. the phone rang and a woman's shuddery voice was at the other end, obviously drunk. her voice growled, sentences were unclear because she only mumbled them. i thought it was a wrong number, so i said i guess you're dialing a wrong number. but she said no it's not. i asked whether she wants to talk to scott, because he's not home yet. she said yeah but obviously he's still busy partyin' huh, and then laughed. and then she apologized for waking me up. i said no you didn't, so no worries. she kept apologizing, but sneaked laughter in between. i said whatever. then she said if he ever gets home, you'd say to him that it's rude to left the party without saying goodbye to us, ok. i said what, because she muttered it too fast. she repeated that. errr... ok, i said. you'd do that, right, she asked again. as you wish, i shrugged. okay then, bye, and she hanged up. i left a post-it note on his door, exactly what she was saying.
around 1.30-ish. i'm in my room. he came home and went straight in front of the tv, turned it on loud. he's drunk too, i guess, i could tell from his weird laugh. after about 15 minutes, he turned the tv off, and there were sounds of footsteps, and then silence, and then another laugh, followed by a weird sound which took me a moment to recognized it as a silent, faltered cry. he got the message. i didn't hear any running water sounds from the sink which usually come before he goes to bed.
i'm just hoping he won't play the same cd again or sappy songs tomorrow. or maybe he could. i'm going out.
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update: 3.45 am. i heard puke sounds from his bathroom. poor thing.
