The aftermath...

So, I thought my life would die down a little bit after defending my thesis, but that has not been the case.. School has been crazy busy. I have to present a poster of my data at 2 conferences this week. I had an exam yesterday. I have a big presentation due on Monday. SUCK.

Anyways, life has been STRANGE lately. Maybe it's just the crazy people in our apartment complex..

Case 1: The night my parents arrived in Portland, a tenant in the other building was threatening to kill himself, and was downing pills. Graham was late to dinner because he had to deal with this.
Case 2: A neighbor downstairs dumped his cigarette ashes in his garbage can, set his garbage can on fire and set off the building fire alarm. I was trying to study for my test and getting ready to leave for school, so I wasn't worrying about it. Plus, the fire dept was coming, so I figured they'd take care of it. So anyways, a tenant comes and knocks on my door to tell me to take care of the fire alarm. Graham is the apartment manager for our building, so I don't know how to do anything. I told her that I'm not the manager, it's not my job, and that I'd make some calls, but I didn't know if I'd be able to do anything about it. She got really mad for some reason, kept insisting that I do something about it and make some calls. She told me "it's not rocket science you know." I then lost my patience and told her to go make some calls. Yes.. very aggressive I am. Anyways, how can this lady tell me I'm stupid? She was walking around in pants with a red silk robe covering her top. And, mind you, this is a facility for people with psychiatric disabilities.. She really pissed me off.
Case 3: The boyfriend of the red silk robe lady was clipping his toe nails in the public stairwell of our building.. The stairs are carpet, so many of the clippings are stuck in the fibers. SICK.
Case 4: I think our neighbor is a prostitute. I think her "red light" is on whenever she has paintings in her windows. She always has guys coming over to her apartment, and I've seen her visit many men in our complex.
Case 5: Our neighbor across the hallway died last week. Graham had to check his pulse. He had to wash his hands like 5 times afterwards. The guy like drank himself to death or something, but still.. CREEPY.

So yeah.. you see why we're afraid to have people over??