Home sweet home, or something.
So! Ohio. Here I am. I'm at my grandma's house right now, because the apartment is not unpacked nor equipped with internet connection. This keyboard is a bitch, man. Also, dialup. Ew. Anyway.
The apartment is...small. It's nice, though. Two bedrooms (my mom and I share; Ro has his own room), a bathroom, a living room, a kitchen and a downstairs area that includes a laundry room and a toliet that is for some reason stationed in the middle of the room. The hell is up with that? Search me. Anyway, the view from our room is awesome: there's a park just out behind the apartments with a walking trail and everything. Also, we have like, a patio. It's pretty sweet.
The neighbors are nice! So far I have met Kid With Dreadlocks and Patrick, who has lived in the complex for 22 years (he's 22) and has a wife and baby daughter, and some guy who was having petitions signed and doesn't live around here. He asked me if I, being from Michigan, was a Wolverines fan, and my brother jumped in to inform him that I know nothing about football.
Later on in the car on the way to my aunt and uncle's house, I found out that my two little cousins are now on the football team. So I asked them what positions they play.
Drew: I'm an offensive lineman and Dan's a defensive lineman.
Aunt Marie: He's always been offensive; now he just has something to show for it.
Ro: An offensive lineman--
Me: --is the one who does the tackling; the defensive line's job is to defend the quarterback to keep him from being sacked while he's making a pass, which you do either to the reciever or the runningback, if you're doing a run, in which case the line has to make a path for the runningback to get through in order to gain yards or hopefully make a touchdown, which is six points plus a point for kicking if you get it and two points if you go for an additional play.
Boys: ...
Me: Hey, just because I don't know Wolverines doesn't mean I don't know football.
So yeah, basically I schooled a car full of little boys. I think this move is off to a pretty good start.
The apartment is...small. It's nice, though. Two bedrooms (my mom and I share; Ro has his own room), a bathroom, a living room, a kitchen and a downstairs area that includes a laundry room and a toliet that is for some reason stationed in the middle of the room. The hell is up with that? Search me. Anyway, the view from our room is awesome: there's a park just out behind the apartments with a walking trail and everything. Also, we have like, a patio. It's pretty sweet.
The neighbors are nice! So far I have met Kid With Dreadlocks and Patrick, who has lived in the complex for 22 years (he's 22) and has a wife and baby daughter, and some guy who was having petitions signed and doesn't live around here. He asked me if I, being from Michigan, was a Wolverines fan, and my brother jumped in to inform him that I know nothing about football.
Later on in the car on the way to my aunt and uncle's house, I found out that my two little cousins are now on the football team. So I asked them what positions they play.
Drew: I'm an offensive lineman and Dan's a defensive lineman.
Aunt Marie: He's always been offensive; now he just has something to show for it.
Ro: An offensive lineman--
Me: --is the one who does the tackling; the defensive line's job is to defend the quarterback to keep him from being sacked while he's making a pass, which you do either to the reciever or the runningback, if you're doing a run, in which case the line has to make a path for the runningback to get through in order to gain yards or hopefully make a touchdown, which is six points plus a point for kicking if you get it and two points if you go for an additional play.
Boys: ...
Me: Hey, just because I don't know Wolverines doesn't mean I don't know football.
So yeah, basically I schooled a car full of little boys. I think this move is off to a pretty good start.