Sorry no new post in a couple days. I'm being supremely lazy. I kept working fairly constantly after the semester finished because my journal published a new issue as of this Sunday. But now that it's out/published, I just find myself not wanting to do much of anything for a bit. Going to bed around 1:00 AM for weeks and weeks just mounts up after a while and you want a break. I'm still working, but I probably put in three good hours today instead of 7-8. I'll get it going again soon. Maybe tomorrow.
In other news, after not calling 911 for 34 years (yes, I'm 34), I've called them 3 times in the last couple months. The first time was when some neighbor was screaming that he was going to kill his girlfriend and he didn't care if people called the police, so I obliged him by calling the police. She drove away while I was still on the phone, though, so nothing much came of it. Then I called a second time after our burglary. Finally Monday or Tuesday night, I called a third time.
This was a tough decision to make. Someone was going through all of our garbage on the street. (There are 4 apartments in our building.) Nothing unusual there because tons of people, homeless and otherwise, collect bottles to get the 5 cent deposit back, routinely going through public trash cans. Then the person started ripping open bags and looked liked they were getting clothes. That bugged me some, but still if you are homeless and need clothes, it's okay if you take some from garbage.
But then the person sat down and looked like they were going through papers and I kept thinking "identity theft, identity theft," so I finally called the police. I think the person had spent a full 30 minutes going through our garbage before the police cruiser came by. I don't know what happened really. They sat the person down and got an ID, but eventually they left in one direction and the police left in another. The thing is, I'm not sure going through garbage on the street is illegal, but half an hour in my apartment's stuff just bugged me. And, yes, we will definitely be making sure we cut up any account numbers on anything before they go out.
It could be yet another reason to move out of Waikiki, but there seems to be a little property crime spree going all around. A couple weeks ago a classmate was also hit while they were sleeping; the crooks making off with backpacks and laptops. And then just yesterday a mother at daycare was also saying they were recently robbed of a backpack while sleeping. This last one wasn't in Waikiki at all, but up in the valley for the university. The only thing to do would be to move to a secure building of some sort. It's not quite right to say that it scares me still, but I do find myself double and triple checking our locks and windows every night. That I do this bugs me more than anything else.