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so the week before last i sat around and did nothing. then i had a great weekend.
this week was busy busy busy. this weekend SUCKED.
of course i did have some fun this past week with going to the Wild games (even though we lost), figured out that i should be set to graduate next year, got some laundry done, and fixed my car that was leaking coolant.
i got a lot accomplished.
but then Friday night/Saturday early morning my car got broken into while it was parked in the underground garage here at my apartment building. granted, I accidentally left it unlocked, but i'm still pretty pissed. At about 5:30 i ran down to my car to grab something, and in my hurry, i must have forgotten to lock it. Saturday morning i go down there to leave for volunteering and realize that my glove compartment is open, and two jackets and 15 CD's are missing.
sigh....
the worst part is its most likely someone in my building since it was parked underneath and nobody can get down there unless you live here. sometimes i get so frustrated with people my age. i can't remember if i wrote about this before, but i feel like i'm 22 in terms of maturity (not that people older don't steal, but this is most likely someone my age who should know better).
i guess the toughest thing for me is that i have such high moral values, that I just can't grasp how people can sleep at night knowing that they took someone's stuff. and if you use it...do you just forget that you stole it? do you convince yourself that it actually belongs to you? maybe i can understand shoplifting because stuff that is new is more valuable. and i can understand my CDs, but my old jacket and mittens? why? why do you want that??????????????
grar.
this week was busy busy busy. this weekend SUCKED.
of course i did have some fun this past week with going to the Wild games (even though we lost), figured out that i should be set to graduate next year, got some laundry done, and fixed my car that was leaking coolant.
i got a lot accomplished.
but then Friday night/Saturday early morning my car got broken into while it was parked in the underground garage here at my apartment building. granted, I accidentally left it unlocked, but i'm still pretty pissed. At about 5:30 i ran down to my car to grab something, and in my hurry, i must have forgotten to lock it. Saturday morning i go down there to leave for volunteering and realize that my glove compartment is open, and two jackets and 15 CD's are missing.
sigh....
the worst part is its most likely someone in my building since it was parked underneath and nobody can get down there unless you live here. sometimes i get so frustrated with people my age. i can't remember if i wrote about this before, but i feel like i'm 22 in terms of maturity (not that people older don't steal, but this is most likely someone my age who should know better).
i guess the toughest thing for me is that i have such high moral values, that I just can't grasp how people can sleep at night knowing that they took someone's stuff. and if you use it...do you just forget that you stole it? do you convince yourself that it actually belongs to you? maybe i can understand shoplifting because stuff that is new is more valuable. and i can understand my CDs, but my old jacket and mittens? why? why do you want that??????????????
grar.