club habitación?

so lately my bedroom has become a constant discoteca. at first i was comforted by the ghetto music blaring out of my downstairs neighbors´ apartment into the courtyard. i enjoyed hearing old-school rap and 90´s pop set to techno beats come floating up on the warm spanish breeze and in through my window. "i´ll be missin´you" became my new theme song and n´sync sang me to sleep at night. but now it´s just getting ridiculous. even during siesta, the sweet, sweet time set aside just for rest is drowned out by the sounds of awful spanish pop. the kind of songs where there are only enough beats for four words, but to say it in spanish they have to use twelve. and it´s not just on, playing softly in the background either. the tiny courtyard that my window looks out over acts as an amplifier for the already blaring music. not to mention the man that lives there who tries desperately to sing along with the english songs in his broken, tone-deaf spanish...

sometimes i let it get to me. sometimes i want to shout at them to "shut it off, for the love of god. please, shut it off."

but every now and then, i get up from my chair where i´m trying to read my book and strike a pose to the sweet sounds of madonna...