Much head shaking

I'm so glad I don't keep this journal to impress people with my suaveness, intelligence, and capability. If I did, it would be deemed a miserable, sorry failure. So, you want to hear about my latest exploits? You know you wanna...

Today, I managed to lock myself out of the house. I went for a jog, bringing along a water bottle, a CD player, extra batteries, doggie treats for the neighborhood dogs, and no keys. The CD ran its course, and i finished my jog. I went to open the door, and found it locked. Insert ten to fifteen minutes of spazz here.

You see, the situation was exacerbated by the fact that neither of my parents was going to be home tonight. If I didn't find a way to get in, I was looking forward to a night of sleeping in the park. (Yes, I realize now that I could have gone to a friend's house, or something. See previous note about spazz.)

Once the spazz passed, a strange calm settled over me. I was going to be alright. Today, I found out firsthand just how easy it is to break into my house. ...Which, really, isn't such a good thing, is it?

So now I'm back in. Hey, I may be a dork, but at least I'm a resourceful dork!