my last few days; an overview and a lonely shoe

I have a story to tell. It's rather pointless and none of it goes together...

The last two nights the neighbor has been outside my apartment arguing and yelling with her boyfriend, or whoever he is, from about 12-3:30am. She has a son close to my age, yet she acts like a highschool drama queen. Even her voice falls in around age 16. Fine... she hasn't grown up. The thing I don't get is why she insists on having her yelling match right by the wall my bed is against. The first night around... 2:30am, I made the mistake of opening my door to tell them to tone it down, and their cigarette smoke went straight into my apartment, and hung around 'till morning. Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep.

So I decided to sleep in until about 11am this morning. It was glorious. And guess what I wake up to? More arguing. She must like confrontation. I laughed, got up, got showered and dressed, and went to my parent's house to steal some food while they weren't looking. After I drove to the coffee shop to study a bit and flirt with the girl who works there. I think she might have a boyfriend, but I can't say for sure, so it's fair play. I drank iced coffee and studied until I got the shakes and couldn't read anymore. I went back to my parents to get more food. My kitchen is empty these days...

I had something to drink and some granola, and then thought it would be a good idea to go for a run since my road bike is still with the doctor. I grabbed my shorts and running shoes out of my car (I keep everything in it), and without letting my stomach digest the granola, I took off running in nearly 90 degree heat. I got to the trails near the national forest and a sign said they were closed. So I sat there and watched the sun sink lower into the mountains before I ran back. It was then that my stomach started cramping up. I went straight to the house, and took off my shoes outside since I sweated so much, and went inside. I was there for quite a while, and when I went to get my shoes to go home, only one was sitting there on the porch.

Some kid had taken off with one of my shoes!! Who does that? Who takes just one shoe?!? I mean, at least take both so you can use them! Of course, who would want to wear my old running shoes? Maybe a dog took it, but I doubt it. Now, the shoes were never that comfortable, but I can't afford new ones right now. Now I have to hop around on one foot... I hope that little punk REALLY enjoyed his prank.