I had what I needed, which was a nice deep breath and a vacation. I've been so stressed out with school, and the basic juggling act of life. I had too many balls in the air (balls...woot!) and I dropped some of them, one of which was this diary. I've still been reading, but I have lacked any inspiration to write after writing huge long research papers and found it so much easier to curl up on the end of my couch, drinking Diet Mountain Dew and watching So You Think You Can Dance, and hating Travis more and more each minute.

Anyway, I missed having this outlet. In the last few weeks, when i've seen anything that was so balls-out insane that I was left speechless, the old thought came creeping into my head.
I've GOT to journal that.

Case in point...my crackhead neighbor. He locked himself out of his apartment, and rather than walking across the street and getting the extra key from my landlord, what did he do?

If you guessed that he climbed out the hallway window, assuming that he had Spider Man type powers and attempted to crawl along the side of the house into his open window, you would be correct. Bonus points if you guessed that he plummeted 20 feet and landed on the garbage cans in a bloody heap, and was scooped up by paramedics and thrown into an ambulance.

Don't worry, he's fine.

Our garbage cans don't look so hot though.