The upstairs neighbours

Well, now I've read all your posts, all 320 of them, and though I've been a bad commentor, at least know that I laughed/sniggered/smiled/reacted to all of them.

Anyways, I don't understand the people living upstairs. First off, and most importantly, I think they're changing. First, we used to call them the people with the giant baby because the sounds of something really heavy running really fast across the floor (our ceiling) happened almost daily. But then, suddenly, our apartment building was swarming with semi-attractive eastern europeans. And I think they occupied the same apartment. I base this theory on the fact that now, there was sounds of knocking, as if someone was constantly re-decorating, and a lot of bad synth music drifting down from the ceiling. Now, since I came back from Finland, the giant baby-situation is back. Can someone please tell me what's going on?

Study trouble

I'm back, comfortably behind my computer with a pile of sources stacked next to me an a comically large cup of coffee placed a safe distance away from the previously mentioned sources. And I can't focus. I look at them and try to go through them but every time I start I get this panicked feeling in my tummy and something tells me there's just no use. I have no methodological stand point for my research so why the hell am I reading these books now? Then I try to tell myself that I'm reading them to get the overview of the material at hand, and that I'll get to the method part as soon at I can talk to my tutor at the university. But it doesn't help. I still can't focus.

I've now done what I always love doing in these cases:

Airfare to San Francisco: 969 dollars
Airfare to New York: 950 dollars
Airfare to Sacramento: 1206 dollars
Airfare to Dallas: 1200 dollars
Airfare to Barcelona: 160 dollars
Airfare to Madrid: 160 dollars
Airfare to Tokyo: 950 dollars
Airfare to Glasgow: 160 dollars

Shall we run away anyone?