Pity Party, Table for One

It would have been nice to have a fabulous post today, right?  I had the best of intentions. Unfortunately, I'm having a really hard time concentrating thanks to the neighbor who is playing music so loudly that I can feel it in my fillings.  Really, what's the point?  What is the appeal of listening to music at inhuman decibel levels?  I seriously doubt it's studyin' music. I'm starting to really dislike living in a complex inhabited almost entirely by college students.  I'm sick of the trash lazily left next to the dumpster because it requires too much energy to lift it 4 feet in the air into the bin (or perhaps it would ruin the suntan obtained after countless hours next to the pool/perpetual keg party).  I even found a half-full beer can next to my door.  Today I had to step carefully so as to avoid the gum left outside my door.  What's really annoying is that a lot of these people -- based on the cars in the parking lot that are waaaay nicer than mine being driven by clueless students who constantly race around corners and narrowly miss hitting the careful drivers (i.e. me) -- probably have mommy and daddy paying their rent and their insurance and their gas and anything else they ask for.  Seems pretty ungrateful to me.  I pay a good chunk of my paycheck to live here, and therefore I am conscious of how I treat people and things.  Lucky for me, my upstairs neighbor carries no such burden -- as evidenced by the constant stomping up the stairs and around the apartment (perhaps throwing a tantrum because daddy didn't raise the limit on the credit card?). 
Sorry, I'm not usually this bitter.  For pete's sake, though -- TURN OFF THE MUSIC!