Easter Blitz!

our complex is called, "olde english village" and now i know why.  on occasion, the parking lot resembles the london blitz during WWII.  picture this:  my bedroom is on the parking lot side and spaces come right up to my window.  i was sound asleep saturday night when all of a sudden some dickhead in the complex--right in front of my open window as it happens--honked his horn about 6 times.  oh yeah, that woke me up for sure!  after that it was a parade of bright headlights, people coming and going along with talking.  i couldn't get back to sleep for most of the night.  so, i've had it with this place.  i am starting to disperse some fling-ables and have started looking around for other digs.  why this doesn't happen when i don't have to work i'll never know, but to happen on a night before work is devastating.  i'm furious and am thinking a refrigerator box in the middle of a field would be more quiet.  i realize many in the building work different shifts; no problem there.  it's the total lack of regard or courtesy for other tenants that makes me furious.  i wait until 7 am to do a wash in the hall.  i keep my TV on mute until 7 am usually, and i don't sew or shred before 9 am.  as i've said before, lately the quality of the tenant population has suffered, meaning people who don't give a damn about the rights of other tenants.  often there are 2-3 roommates to a single apartment, which ups the traffic considerably.  i really hate this place and hope i'll be out soon.