apartment trouble

if someone asked me what the three integral components of a 'good' apartment would be, i'd tell them that it's:

1) location;
2) location and;
3) fuck, i don't even know what the third is because i can't focus with all this fucking drilling.

it started off back in september when they decided to renovate both the apartment below me and down the hall from me. they were hammering and drilling constantly. and the sound of people dropping things. the amount of times i heard something drop was ridiculous. the times of renovations seemed to vary -- usually between before 8am but never after 8pm. yes. 12 hours of drilling. this went on for days, weeks, and then months. it got to a point where i had tuned it out completely. or so i thought.

and then -- all of a sudden -- i didn't have to tune it out anymore. it had stopped. i slept well for close to a week. well, for the week that i didn't hear the crazy man outside screaming profanities at 4am. yesterday, the drilling started again. it woke me up before 9am on my day to sleep in. this time, it was from above me. now, i was certain there were people living up there for the last 2 months. i've heard them arguing and dropping shit. i 'veheard an animal -- cat or dog -- running around. i may have also heard them having sex; but that could have been the apartments next to me.

i understand that renovations are a great thing. hell, our apartment looks awesome. but the 12 hours of drilling gives me a headache. i try to drown it out with music. sometimes, i'm successful. other times, i'll leave my apartment to go to school and the drilling will just be in my head. it doesn't seem to matter where i am in the apartment too, but the majority of the drilling seems to take place above my room; the place where i'm supposed to get the most done.

over reading week, i locked myself in my apartment in order to study and write my assignments for two days. i'm surprised at the marks i received on those assignments since it was so difficult to concentrate while they renovated the places next to me and below me. i imagine that several of my sentences had coherent thoughts followed by a string of durrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

many of these renovation woes also shut off my water for hours without any warning. i believe it was 4 days in october and so far, twice in november. luckily, i was never home for the 2 days this month -- or perhaps i was and i just didn't need water. i mean, i'm by no means a shut in (despite what needed to be done over reading week) but like most people, i enjoy being home and hanging out. i get work done here. distractions are usually minimal. the internet works unlike the internet at school. yet... with the constant drilling, being focused is a serious problem. and there is so much work to be done in the coming weeks.

at least there are 2 days on the weekend when the drilling stops. i just need toronto to shut up on weekends so i can get some sleep.

cue the wubwubwubwubwub at the loudest possible volume. fuck you, renovators!

what if

sometimes i wonder if i made the right choice.

i guess it really wasn't my choice to make. with the rejection from niagara and that being the only school i applied to for a post-grad, i was scrambling for something better. but it made me wonder and showed that it was almost fate that i didn't get in.

let's face it: 8 months at niagara would mean 8 more months of living at home and i definitely would not have been able to stand that. i doubt i would be learning anything about project management or getting 100% on assignments (okay, i don't know about the latter). still, i love every aspect of city life. the nightlife, the closeness, the transportation, the friends, the accessibility, and being on my own for sure rules.

i just imagine how things would be different if i didn't scramble to apply to seneca and get in -- even though it wasn't exactly what i wanted. but it's now shaping up to be something that could be beneficial to me in the long run.

i realized how different college life and university life are -- both through the atmosphere and the teaching/grading styles. yes, i'm post-grad, but fuck, if it's 8am and i just got up at 6am, i should have every right to show up in trackpants. fuck all of you for thinking otherwise. and the midterms. oh god, the midterms. i've written 4 so far with a 5th tomorrow. i fucking hate midterms. i didn't have any in my final year of university; i think the last time was in my 4th year. oh yeah, and what happened on that midterm? i scored 100% on short answer and essay questions. yeah. it was a good way to end my university midterm career. this also goes with final exams too --  i only had one final exam in my last year at brock and i did quite well.

i guess i'm just not a fan of testing. my memory, she ain't what she used to be and i find myself blanking on questions i should know... but don't. i prefer writing papers in order to collect my thoughts and ideas and apply them accordingly -- 'cause hell, i can express myself and argue my opinions pretty well! this seems no different in the marks i get from papers/reports/assignments so far. but, even my test scores are turning around. it's all just a matter of my focus at the time. if my mind is elsewhere (and it tends to be), i'm gonna do terrible. but if it's not, i'll more than likely be successful. hell week and a half is winding down to a close tomorrow and it's pretty much smooth sailing with only a few assignments to complete before final exams.

this seneca post-grad or a niagara post-grad was not what i intended. it's no applied master's, but it's going to have to work out.. for now. i just don't enjoy this all theory with no action thing. i want action with less theory!