more personal tragedies, augh
I'm much more upset than I thought I'd be.
Well. First of all, I have been busy like a very, very, really very busy person.
I've got far too much school and far too many projects and far, far too many texts I'm supposed to read which I imagine I may have found quite interesting under other circumstances, but as it is, well they're quite a pain.
I have started missing classes simply because I'm too tired to attend them.
So, yeah.
Yesterday I had a rare and treasured free period!
And I would have slept through it, only I couldn't find a vacant classroom I could take a nap in. So I decided to go to a nearby shopping center instead and see if I found something interesting to look at.
I found this notebook -- no, actually I fell in love with this notebook. It was quite expensive, especially for a notebook, but I kept coming up with excuses to buy it. I must have stood around for half an hour just debating with myself whether to buy it or not, and I actually managed to walk out of the store a couple of times, only to come back and have another look.
In the end I decided that hey, you can never have too much spare paper.
And that was when I found out that I couldn't buy The Notebook after all, because my wallet had been stolen.
It happens all the time in the big city. I'm lucky I wasn't held at knifepoint or at gunpoint. I had my iPad with me, they could have stolen that. I'm lucky I wasn't kidnapped or raped or killed.
I want my wallet back. It was small and really cute, and it was a gift from one of the few people who somehow managed to stand me while I was in a very bad phase of my life. I didn't pay her much attention and took her for granted at the time, and I've since lost contact with her despite her best efforts. But I always remembered her when I looked at that wallet.
Also, I had plans for that money. Very Serious Plans.
Those Plans involved exchanging that money for a few very expensive but equally interesting looking books.
...I keep searching through my bag and expecting my wallet to somehow magically reappear.
Well. First of all, I have been busy like a very, very, really very busy person.
I've got far too much school and far too many projects and far, far too many texts I'm supposed to read which I imagine I may have found quite interesting under other circumstances, but as it is, well they're quite a pain.
I have started missing classes simply because I'm too tired to attend them.
So, yeah.
Yesterday I had a rare and treasured free period!
And I would have slept through it, only I couldn't find a vacant classroom I could take a nap in. So I decided to go to a nearby shopping center instead and see if I found something interesting to look at.
I found this notebook -- no, actually I fell in love with this notebook. It was quite expensive, especially for a notebook, but I kept coming up with excuses to buy it. I must have stood around for half an hour just debating with myself whether to buy it or not, and I actually managed to walk out of the store a couple of times, only to come back and have another look.
In the end I decided that hey, you can never have too much spare paper.
And that was when I found out that I couldn't buy The Notebook after all, because my wallet had been stolen.
It happens all the time in the big city. I'm lucky I wasn't held at knifepoint or at gunpoint. I had my iPad with me, they could have stolen that. I'm lucky I wasn't kidnapped or raped or killed.
I want my wallet back. It was small and really cute, and it was a gift from one of the few people who somehow managed to stand me while I was in a very bad phase of my life. I didn't pay her much attention and took her for granted at the time, and I've since lost contact with her despite her best efforts. But I always remembered her when I looked at that wallet.
Also, I had plans for that money. Very Serious Plans.
Those Plans involved exchanging that money for a few very expensive but equally interesting looking books.
...I keep searching through my bag and expecting my wallet to somehow magically reappear.