More things to consider:

- Some of the other tenants are actually in their middle twenties too, I feel reassured immediately.

- The walls in this house are typically American (i.e. very thin) even though it's a Victorian house, which means that I know three things now:

1. Whoever lives down the hall has a really terrible taste in music. If you can call 2-hour loops of repetitive super-commericalized gangsta-rap music. (/oldman)
2.Somebody on this floor likes to sing in the shower, and has a great blues voice
3.Somebody on the first floor has very very noisy sex. Seriously, when I got home, I thought I'd walked in the set of a porn film.

Curiouser and curiouser. Except for "Passionate Patty" who just annoyed the hell out of me. Sweetheart, it's great you got sex, but I didn't need to hear it while trying to sleep at 2am. Besides the fact that being forced to listen to your moans of passion is slightly embarrassing, you also got quite the volume level.