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I still haven't found my purse, but I called and got my Chase card replaced, and my ChaCha debit card (even though Dad wishes I wouldn't use them anymore). Best of all, I found my license! I was looking for my social security card to take with me to the secretary of state to replace my license, but then I picked up my student ID off my desk, where I put it when I got home on Thursday, and bam, there was my license. I have no idea why, but I don't care, because that's what I was dreading the most!
This lost purse thing means that I can, without guilt, go looking for a new wallet and a new purse. I loved the old ones, but if they're gone, they're gone. :( I'm going to be looking for a hinged wallet now. (Yes, like yours, Brittany: I'm such a copycat). I don't know what kind of purse I'm going to want though. Better figure it out soon. In the meantime, I'll just use one of my fifty-three million other ones.
I'm selling stuff on eBay to get enough money to buy the wallet/purse, so hopefully that'll work out. I'm eyeing some wallets at HotTopic.com, but we'll see.
I know that the purse isn't stolen. I know that without a doubt it is in this house (or in the garage for some reason). I just hope I find it at some point this summer, because there are gift cards in there, and something like $10 in the wallet. :(
LMFAO, I was going to be all "hey guise I'm totally joking but do you want to donate to meee" and then I remembered that all of my LJ friends are broke. So it's all good. I found out I need to be really careful about my joking, whiny wishlists: I post stuff like that in my Facebook statuses sometimes, and, without fail, my Uncle David offers to help me out. I feel really bad about it, because I know he feels obligated to help take care of my sister and me, because of Mom. He's taking me to IKEA on Saturday to buy a wardrobe/armoire thing for me, which is going to be mildly uncomfortable since I hate watching people spend money on me. But I need the wardrobe pretty intensely. He's also bringing me a desk, but that's because it was just taking up space in his room.
All I know is that I'm going to be whining a lot less about wanting Nina over there. I might mention her one last time around my birthday, but only because I know he makes six figures. ;)
In other news, my period is late. I'm not worried, because...well, I don't need to be worried. I was completely safe this month. I can only assume that it's because my diet has changed drastically now that I'm home (so much more salad, so much less deep-fried stuff) and I have been so ridiculous stressed out, what with finals and papers and tearing my house apart to find that purse.
This lost purse thing means that I can, without guilt, go looking for a new wallet and a new purse. I loved the old ones, but if they're gone, they're gone. :( I'm going to be looking for a hinged wallet now. (Yes, like yours, Brittany: I'm such a copycat). I don't know what kind of purse I'm going to want though. Better figure it out soon. In the meantime, I'll just use one of my fifty-three million other ones.
I'm selling stuff on eBay to get enough money to buy the wallet/purse, so hopefully that'll work out. I'm eyeing some wallets at HotTopic.com, but we'll see.
I know that the purse isn't stolen. I know that without a doubt it is in this house (or in the garage for some reason). I just hope I find it at some point this summer, because there are gift cards in there, and something like $10 in the wallet. :(
LMFAO, I was going to be all "hey guise I'm totally joking but do you want to donate to meee" and then I remembered that all of my LJ friends are broke. So it's all good. I found out I need to be really careful about my joking, whiny wishlists: I post stuff like that in my Facebook statuses sometimes, and, without fail, my Uncle David offers to help me out. I feel really bad about it, because I know he feels obligated to help take care of my sister and me, because of Mom. He's taking me to IKEA on Saturday to buy a wardrobe/armoire thing for me, which is going to be mildly uncomfortable since I hate watching people spend money on me. But I need the wardrobe pretty intensely. He's also bringing me a desk, but that's because it was just taking up space in his room.
All I know is that I'm going to be whining a lot less about wanting Nina over there. I might mention her one last time around my birthday, but only because I know he makes six figures. ;)
In other news, my period is late. I'm not worried, because...well, I don't need to be worried. I was completely safe this month. I can only assume that it's because my diet has changed drastically now that I'm home (so much more salad, so much less deep-fried stuff) and I have been so ridiculous stressed out, what with finals and papers and tearing my house apart to find that purse.