I bet people think they're so cool when they nickname it "the 'boro". then again, I lived on the border of "G-town" and "H-ville" previously...
the neighborhood: awesome! 5.5/5.5 stars. everything looks the same; its like the mirror effect on a MacBook's Photo Booth has been applied to everything. the pool is never unoccupied, even though the hours are only from 10 am - 10 pm. such are the hours for the tennis court and the "bark park", a grassy prison for dogs bordering the road. if the adjoining neighborhood's sprinklers are on, the poor chihuahuas, the main breed of dog here, get their perfect little grooming jobs messed up.
the neighbors: I spied on them ALOT my first day here. underneath me I'm not sure who lives. across from us is a super cranky family of like, 6, with two yippy dogs, a bitchy teenage girl, and a really ugly acne-infested teenage boy whom I will name Ben-zoyl Peroxide. Ben, for short, until I know better.
diagonal underneath me: HOT emo dude. first time I saw him, he was shirtless with a swirling script tattooed across his well-muscled chest. my dad tried to talk to him, and Emo's mom laughed. if their appearances are anything to go by, they slice fly eyeballs by the light of the harvest moon and sacrifice the nerve endings of their firstborns to Satan. I'm serious though, they're terrifying, and their lights are never on but they're always home...
sorta-behind-under-me: couple who looks like olivia's parents, but sadly aren't. they came home late last night.
in front of olivia's parents: nice lady. moved her car for our moving truck. someone in our building owns a white pedovan.
THE BUILDING ACROSS FROM US:
E101: is home to the CUTEST black couple on the planet.
...and his mother.
E102: theres a lady and her blond kids, and they all own bikes and actually ride them. they have an SUV and wear sunscreen and probably drink their own pee to reabsorb nutrients.
E103: MTSU guys, I think. they wear basketball shorts and wife beaters.
douchebags. -.-
E104: as many Koreans as you can fit into one apartment. they utter words like "hitonikiwa!" outside the laundry building at the tops of their voices. maybe I'll use them to fulfill my language credit!
the others: I met a nice black lady, a certified pedophile (he had the pedolaugh, pedohat, and possibly was the owner of the pedovan), a blond kid who looks like Eragon, a Mexican dude our age who leered at me through his curlier-than-mine hair like a purebred creeper, and another blond guy who would have had cute potential if he didn't look so much like michael roberts. also, my leasing manager tried to hook me up with her son austin because we'll be in the same grade at the same school. he looked like he'd been through this bit one too many times.
the town: busy, reminds me of Tampon, Florida. there's a hot Publix dude here too, let's see how long it takes me to get his number (the last one took 4 days.)
the people: extremely unfriendly. they all act like they're too good to talk to you if you're a teenager. apparently purple and gold striped hair, two-toned pants, and guitar playing on your porch irritates them. fine, bitches. have it your way. I'm gonna go acquire some three-toned, possibly even RAINBOW, pants (and the hair to match) now.
