OK, so even though we seem to have moved into apartment paradise, there comes a time when you get cabin fever and for fear of smacking the shit out of your significant other when he makes you jump out of your seat by screaming like a rape victim for the 17th time because he’s playing Gears of War and a sniper just blew his fucking head off, you know that it’s time to convince him to turn off the console, GTFO and have a breath of fresh air.

Since we had no plans for Independence Day, we decided to test how long does it take to walk from our apartment complex to my grad school, which is only a couple of miles away. We had heard how you have to cross a busy road and walk through a few patches that still have no sidewalk in the sweltering heat, but since I don’t own a car anymore and won’t for quite a while, I might as well get used to the fact that I’m gonna have to walk my ass off to school, depending on how early DS has to go to work. There is always the possibility of carpooling, but you never know when shit happens and you can’t rely on people. So enough bitching. Let’s enjoy us some Plano, shall we?

The main entrance to our complex. By the look of things, it seems that every building here, no matter how shitty or unimportant, must have elaborate and appealing landscaping. We haven’t seen a single establishment that doesn’t have a perfectly cut lawn and colorful, decorative foliage. Do they get fined if they let things turn into our previous front yard?

I think so.

Anyhoo, let’s resume our magical journey full of magic and wonder and colorful foliage.

Preston Road, treacherous street with no pedestrian crossings. Fortunately it’s the only “big” street we have to cross, and to our advantage it was a holiday so the roads were barren.

Phew! made it! Now lets keep walk– why the fuck does the sidewalk zig-zag like that?

Gigantic orange dildos protruding from the ground, warning you about the existence of fiber optic cables, internet connections and phone lines. Unlike some other place I know, where water, electricity or any sort of underground utility is never labeled or identified properly, and when some fucktard wants to build something and starts digging, suddenly you’re left without electricity, internet or even water.

Oh so here’s where the sidewalk ends. Guess the developersprefer the elegant, stylish look of stepped-on, dried up grass. Or their sidewalk budget ran out. I just hope it doesn’t turn into a fucking muddy mess if I ever have to walk there on a rainy day.

One of the most amazing things of our trek through Tennyson Parkway was how annoyingly clean everything was. To the point that this cup was the only piece of trash we found lying around, it looked so out of place it stood out like an eyesore. Bet it was a Mexican worker*.

*Disclaimer: Before you go on a tirade saying that I’m a racist bastard  by saying mexicans are messy and inconsiderate, I have been a witness EVERY TIME of how burly, uneducated mexican workers have their lunch breaks and just throw their garbage on the street or lawn, as if it was their personal trash can, not caring if anyone even saw them. And it’s not something that I see sporadically, it happens ALL THE FUCKING TIME here in our complex, to the point that I’ve come to expect a blanket of empty soda/water bottles, wrappers and cans whenever a crew of mexican workers comes by to fix stuff. It sucks, especially if you’re Mexican and are offended by this remark, but it’s the harsh reality. They seem to have no sense of order or cleanliness whatsoever. Blame them for adding yet another bullet to the list of negative stereotypes. As for “how can you even tell they’re mexican”: Well, having your truck blaring the complete discography of “Los Chichicuilotes del Norte” at full volume while you work is a pretty accurate telltale sign.

Now enough “PC” shit, let’s carry on.

At least the bridge has a sidewalk.

Don’t know the name of this river but damn it looks nice… Bet those apartments in the back are worth a shit-ton with that view.

Finally after about fifteen minutes of braving a very pissed off sun, we see the light at the end of the tunnel:

*angelic chorus*

Obviously the place was completely empty, which was great, I wouldn’t have dared taking pics with people going in and out, looking at us funny. That would have made my fellow nerdlings a bit nervous too.

*sigh* <3<3<3<3<3

(We’ll see if I still feel the same when the second term of class starts. According to student’s, that’s when shit gets real and you kiss free time and personal life goodbye)

Well, enough daydreaming about being chained to a laptop in a room with the same people for 17 months, it’s time to go back to our lovely pool– I mean, apartment.

One thing that baffles me are those insects that make a loud buzzing/chirping sound, like dozens of loud, tiny little maracas going off in unison. They always seem to be perched high up in the trees, but I have yet to see one. I imagine they’re horrifying locust-like five inch monstrosities. Hopefully they’re not fond of human flesh. But damn I thought coquí frogs were noisy. Those things got them beat by a mile in terms of annoying sounds.  They started buzzing when I passed by and I looked up for a while hoping to see one. No such luck.

But enough about me. DS has been behind the camera all this time. Let’s give him some lens lovin’:

*SNAP*

Enough douchebaggery, let’s go home already! We’re fucking melting.

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