Life...
So, I think I'll keep this post open for everyone. I doubt anybody still reads my crap, as it's been so long since I've posted anything visible to all, I am sure I have been long forgotten.
But... nevertheless. It's rant time, but before I start, a small update:
Where am I? In Hull. Doing what? Medicine. Fourth year, actually, so getting pretty close to being a full-fledged killer healer.
That's enough of that.
My car has just been broken into.
Again.
This is the third incident in Hull, but the second in three weeks.
No glass was shattered this time - no. The thieves just keep coming up with new ways to break into my car, it would seem. A pry-bar was used to bend the top part of the driver's side door open... and, well, the rest must've been easy. It turns out that my car isn't alarmed - a nice way to find out, no? Of course, I knew this three weeks ago - the first time I found out - but I naively thought that fate had had enough. That I had paid in bad luck for whatever bad karma I had coming my way (or whatever equivalent your beliefs are). But no. And this time? I'd left my phone in my car.
I know, right? I must have done something pretty bad to have the night I'm having (if, indeed, I can be so arrogant as to claim any responsibility for this debacle).
Anyway... they say no good deed goes unpunished. And never was that truer than tonight. Why? Because at half past ten tonight I went out and picked up my friend, Donna, to bring her back to my house. I only did so because she was feeling miserable - poor girl is going through some tough times - and, being a good friend, I only wanted to offer her comfort.
I took my phone with me because I knew she wouldn't want me to ring her doorbell - she didn't want her housemates to know that she was upset, and my showing up at the door would've caused alarm for them. So, I sent her a text from my car to say I was at her door - and that's it. I must've placed it on the right after texting... and of course, three hours later when I was driving her back, I notice my car door looks funny and my car's a mess.
*Sigh*
Anyway.
I don't really care if nobody reads this. I will be honest - this is only public so I can receive some sympathy, as right now I feel like ten kinds of idiot for leaving my phone in my car, and a little bit down that this keeps happening to me. The funniest thing is (if you have a taste for black humour) that this is the first time I've been so lax with leaving something valuable in my car since the first incident. I guess it's a crushing lesson to me - as Professor Mad-Eye Moody always used to say, "Constant vigilance!" - and nothing less - is something I shall have to practice from now until forever.
I am a slow learner (evidently) but I have learned my lesson.
This week, I am fitting an alarm on my car. I will never, ever leave anything in my car that I care about.
I will be thoroughly impressed if anyone has read through this post, and will be even more grateful if nobody points out exactly how much of an idiot I am. I know that already.
But... nevertheless. It's rant time, but before I start, a small update:
Where am I? In Hull. Doing what? Medicine. Fourth year, actually, so getting pretty close to being a full-fledged killer healer.
That's enough of that.
My car has just been broken into.
Again.
This is the third incident in Hull, but the second in three weeks.
No glass was shattered this time - no. The thieves just keep coming up with new ways to break into my car, it would seem. A pry-bar was used to bend the top part of the driver's side door open... and, well, the rest must've been easy. It turns out that my car isn't alarmed - a nice way to find out, no? Of course, I knew this three weeks ago - the first time I found out - but I naively thought that fate had had enough. That I had paid in bad luck for whatever bad karma I had coming my way (or whatever equivalent your beliefs are). But no. And this time? I'd left my phone in my car.
I know, right? I must have done something pretty bad to have the night I'm having (if, indeed, I can be so arrogant as to claim any responsibility for this debacle).
Anyway... they say no good deed goes unpunished. And never was that truer than tonight. Why? Because at half past ten tonight I went out and picked up my friend, Donna, to bring her back to my house. I only did so because she was feeling miserable - poor girl is going through some tough times - and, being a good friend, I only wanted to offer her comfort.
I took my phone with me because I knew she wouldn't want me to ring her doorbell - she didn't want her housemates to know that she was upset, and my showing up at the door would've caused alarm for them. So, I sent her a text from my car to say I was at her door - and that's it. I must've placed it on the right after texting... and of course, three hours later when I was driving her back, I notice my car door looks funny and my car's a mess.
*Sigh*
Anyway.
I don't really care if nobody reads this. I will be honest - this is only public so I can receive some sympathy, as right now I feel like ten kinds of idiot for leaving my phone in my car, and a little bit down that this keeps happening to me. The funniest thing is (if you have a taste for black humour) that this is the first time I've been so lax with leaving something valuable in my car since the first incident. I guess it's a crushing lesson to me - as Professor Mad-Eye Moody always used to say, "Constant vigilance!" - and nothing less - is something I shall have to practice from now until forever.
I am a slow learner (evidently) but I have learned my lesson.
This week, I am fitting an alarm on my car. I will never, ever leave anything in my car that I care about.
I will be thoroughly impressed if anyone has read through this post, and will be even more grateful if nobody points out exactly how much of an idiot I am. I know that already.