Before moving into the Ridgeway Complex here at Western, I was given the preconceived notion that I would be in for a party. I was indifferent to this notion, it could be either really good or really bad. For the most part, I love it here, but I find myself surrounded by quasi-high schoolers. Girls who travel in packs looking for the party, giggling away, never giving you the time of day. Rambunctious boys in their letterman jackets who oozes of douche-baggery. There just doesn't seem to be a sense of community. That is not to say everyone here is irrevocably frozen at a harebrained state. Before I sound overly prejudiced, I think music may be partly determinant of a person's character. For instance, when one Facebook stalks a person, one almost feels compelled to peruse the 'favorite music' section of the personal interests to measure some sort of compatibility on any level of relationship. (Don't lie to yourself) One might say, Beatles: doesn't count because this appears on nearly everyone's list, Dave Matthews: bro douche, Soulja Boy: WTF, you're serious? , Belle and Sebastian: so indie! , and so on. As I've been continually listening to shared playlists from people in the vicinity, it has shed some light that there are people in this complex who don't immediately break into dance upon hearing Flo Rida, or still out-datedly "cranks that". This is a reach out to all the Andrew Bird, Bob Dylan, Eric Clapton, etcetera etcetera lovers, wishing that we could be in Fairhaven.
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