lol, Erik and I give nicknames to people we live around all the time...I'll start covering people and he can jump in and get who I've missed...these are from this apartment and our last one...
The Gay Guys -- These guys moved into our building nextdoor a few months ago and they're probably NOT gay...but I've never seen any girls around or in their apartment so Erik refers to them as gay. They keep to themselves and I've talked to the one a few times, but that's it...but they have wireless internet, too, and when they turn it on it always knocks me off mine and I get angry.
Milton -- He lived below us in our old apartment. He was a 60-70 year old man who was crazy...he talked to himself and constantly read from books loudly. One of Erik's friends and my brother loved coming over our place and laying on the vents in our lviing room and bedroom to hear him, lol.
Party Girls -- Stupid idiot girls that lived nextdoor to us and had LOUD parties until 3-4 am. Ugh! We lived in that apartment during my hardest quarter in school -- I had just switched to digital design and had to take a year's worth of foundation studios in ONE QUARTER -- so needless to say they urinated me off all the time.
Party Guys -- They used to live down the hall from us in this building and were LOUD until all hours of the night. There were 5 of them living in there at one point I think...they used to always leave their door cracked open so their friends could just come in...and the girls who are of the kind I don't like (over there for only one thing). One time they got a huge HD TV and left the box in the hallway for 3 days...and they used to ALWAYS leave laundry in the machines for days until it was stinking. The caretaker of our building used to take them and put them in a garbage back and put them in front of their door, and we've done the same (putting them in a basket they left in there). And the amazingness of them always parking in our spot, and letting their guests park in our spot...grrr... They have since moved out...one of them had their MOM move him out (he was nowhere to be found) and another one moved out and they were all screaming at each other in front of our building when moving their stuff. I'm glad they're gone!
The Bicycle Bum -- He was a homeless man in the neighborhood we used to live (around the school's campus, very ughh) -- he wore a big coat and road a bicycle, so that's how he got his name. He was always seen eating at Wendy's and Arby's (with his bike outside the window where he could see it), sleeping in a sleeping bag in front of one of the buildings, and hanging out with the gross hippy guys and skaters that hung around in the neighborhood. He's one of the only homeless people I've ever given money to, just because seeing him used to make my day.
Thursday Night Fight House -- Across the street from our old apartment was a house that the cops would be at almost EVERY week -- and always on Thursday nights. And by cops, I mean 5+ cars up and down the street, plenty of stuff going on. One week when Erik was out of town and my brother was staying at my apartment, the cops showed up at like 2 am and there was a lot of yelling and some guy got maced and was crying..ooh it was funny...we had a great time watching that. lol, and a fun little tid-bit...we broke our last ironing board because we were leaning on it too hard while watching out the window.