*tuesday, january 16
My purse was stolen yesterday.
I've been planning to write this for 2 days now, so I get to rant about my stolen bag. It's so ultra-depressing. That bag was my being and my identity. People know me SOLELY based on that bag... ie. people I have never spoken to but they know who I am, like that girl who was in grade 9 last year and stalked me on ICQ. It has been attached to my hip since the very first day I got [the original version] from my sister in October '98 (aka grade 9). I feel so naked without it... I actually do. I don't understand how it went- there were only 3 other girls in the bathroom, at the time, and I know 2 of them. Not as friends, but I'm sure it wasn't them. I actually think the 3rd floor bathroom sucks valuable objects into it's floors and walls (this is a theory I have voiced to NO one yet... Aren't you lucky?). Like Julian's evil wall, where he will one day remove a nail or thumbtack, stick his finger in the hole, and be sucked in. But that's another story.
The contents of my bag were also important... I had ALL my lip-craps in there. Plus a new one... So expensive :( I also had two letters from Russell. Letters from Russell are the most valuable things in the world to me, especially those cause they were extra-super-good. I had my super-real azn chopsticks made of bamboo from Chinatown that li'lVic gave to me for xmas. Plus my wallet, which contained no money, but nice this cute picture of Cora from when she was 5 and one of Maria from grade 10, and my ticket to the Guess Who show at Copps Colesium. Plus the ticket to the Kathedral- to the very first Battle of the Bands which Mystery Step played at back in March. All these really special magical things that I don't think I can get back... And most of all, they took my bag. It was bloo and fuzzy and had a rainbow button from Mr. Terrett in grade 9. Jog thought it was shameful. I think everyone else, especially me, loved it.
~check ya later
