it's not my fault...it was my parents that locked me in

i am currently locked in our apartment in heidelberg.

things could be worse. it *is* an entire apartment. and i *am* by myself. i have a washroom, kitchen, bed and the internet. it's certainly not like i'm locked in a bathroom naked or something. that would be full-out ridiculous. and i am entirely free from fault. my sister only has one key (it's bent so she hasn't straightened it to get it copied) and as she left for her boyfriend's place in the city 30km away, she locked the door. it's the kind of door that you need a key from either side to lock/unlock.

so, the people from upstairs think i hate them for sure, cause it's a pretty lame excuse when someone knocks on the door and you have to yell through it, "ummm... i can't get the door open". they weren't all that concerned... they were just like, is markos there? no? okay! don't worry about "trying" to get the door open. have a good night!

i am so not even kidding.

guess i'll turn in for the night. burn.