So it's Thursday morning. EARLY morning. Around 4 AM, Michelle decides that we should clean our apartment before we bring our landlord up. *the reason, a hole has developed in the ceiling of our shower* Not just a lil hole either. A hole the size of a basketball. We think its because of the neighbors. So we finish around 9 and call the land lord. She says she'll get around to it during her office hours. So we're up and not sure what to do. Then, out of nowhere, there are people shouting. "CALL 911, Call 911!!" So I'm thinking that the ghetto ass neighbors are fighting and tripping out. I decide to go out there to look. As soon as I do, there is dark smoke. I see a fire right down my hallway. So I tell Michelle to grab her purse and take off. We get downstairs quickly and I find that I don't have my wallet. I run back up stairs. *I live on the second floor. It's smokier and stuff. I run in to find my wallet. I grab a fire extinguisher and shut the door. The fire is closer and I decide to help this guy with an extinguisher out. I shoot it for a lil while and then remember that people die of smoke inhalation. I then leave and Michelle is frantic. She almost ran back up there for me. So we're out there and the fire department is taking forever.

It arrives and the place is smoking. I'm thinking "Shit, I think my place is gone." Soon news stations arrive and one guy even talks to me. They work on the place for about an hour. There is probaly 5 fire trucks. Its cold and Michelle is in her skirt. The handyman gives us a 20 and advises me to get her something warm at the nearby Java City. I'm there just wondering about what I'm going to do if all our stuff is gone. I know I could go to my mom's but we'd have no clothes or anything. Eventually, they allow a few to go in. They pick us first.

We go in and the walls are all dark and the floor is wet and muddy. I walk to my door and open it. Everything is ok. I am smiling and feeling like I've been saved. They allow us to grab a few things before they let others in. We then have to leave. The "left" side of the apartments is condemned. I live on the right side. The very first apartment on the right side. I'm relieved and decide to use some of that money to go to Denny's. We eat and its all good. The food sucks though and is grossly overpriced. 2 meals= $36.00

While our stuff is ok, our bathroom still has that hole in it. Therefore, we can't shower there. We have to go into this empty apartment next door and do so. Showering there sucks, especially when Michelle likes to do so at night, and there is no lights there. Plus, she takes like an hour and a half.

Though things turned out alright, I'm not happy. There first half of our break was great, though the second half was miserable. Me and Michelle fought everyday. I want it over, though she refuses to leave. She insists that I leave. I just might.

In an odd twist, she had this nightmare. She was on this beach with me. I then meet this girl I know who is a chunky but cute,* her own words* blonde white girl. I hold her hand and eat something I don't like. Then, I guess what tops it off is that I buy her a gift. She then says that she goes to kill me. *seriously* She wakes up after scratching my back and waking me up. What I find the most odd is the description. It almost seems like she is describing someone I really know. Though I have never cheated. Maybe she thinks that though because I always said that I wouldn't mind a chunky white girl if we didn't make it. I dunno, I'm weird like that. Not fat though. There would have to be physical attraction, ofcourse.

Anyways, I still have alot of love for Michelle. Its just that, I can't see myself with someone that will attack me so easily. Plus, I'm just not relationship material right now. I got a low paying job, and no car. I also would prefer someone who aspires for spirituality. Not that I do much. But it'd motivate me. Michelle has grown warm to the idea, but she aspires to be some "elegant" woman who hangs out with white elegant on-the-go girls. I just believe those people are so selfish. They have this socially acceptable arrogance about them and this way of not helping others. I call it, guilty by omission. They do nothing wrong, but do nothing right either. Anyways, back on point, Michelle will probaly always be important in my life, though I'm just not sure its by being my girlfriend.

By the way, I didn't write because I don't have internet access at home. I only connect now through college. Yes, the finaces are THAT tight. One of the legitimate reasons Michelle is mad at me. Well, I got to go. Almost forgot, if I don't write an entry in over a month, it probaly does mean that something is wrong.