So re: the whole Christmas thing...I think I may actually stay in London. My b (I miss using that phrase too...). Since I've only been given two days off, the thought of flying from London to New York during the holiday's is daunting. And terrifying. My mom's cousin Jo invited me for Christmas with her, so I'm leaning towards that at the moment. At least I wont have to fly, right? Don't hate me people...
My life has been a bit of a whirl-wind over the past few weeks...or actually since I moved here...but it's slowly starting to compose itself. School's been driving me banana's, my wallet AND phone were stolen on Monday, I had somewhat of a restless weekend before that, and I've been working up a storm at anthro.
In the past few days, though, someone found my driver's license (and I'm semi-convinced that that "someone" is the thief who stole my shiz in the first place...bastard). I kid... But a box of mine has finally made an appearance as well (meaning I can finally apply for my passport), and I only have two more weeks left of term.
Getting back to the theft of my wallet AND phone (strong, STRONG emphasis on AND)- I almost shit my pants. Not really b/c that's kind of grosse, but you get the point. So from the beginning....
I was sitting in my beloved Starbucks, or "Starbie's" as I like to call it, (and a big "eff off" to all those who hate the place...London doesn't get the concept of the "iced" drink, ok? and it's fairtrade now so yeah), when I looked into my bag and could not see/find my wallet. Now, generally, this happens everyday, and after a few seconds of rumaging through my bag I eventually find the thing, but this was not the case Monday. After realizing that the wallet wasn't there, I reached for my phone to call my roomie to see if she had it, when low and behold it was not their either. Ok, seriously? Do you have to be THAT greedy? I'm a working girl AND a student...do me a service and leave at least one.
I'm not going to type the rest, since it's too emotional for me to re-live (code for "I just don't feel like it"), but I'll tell you one thing-I've definitely learned my lesson. Never will I EVER leave my bag open again, and never will I ever keep everything in my wallet at the same time. Not only did I lose my three bank cards (the jerk spent $2000 on one of them...at Tesco's of all places), but I also lost my library card, my gym card, my student ID, my Starbucks card (ok...that's not too big of a loss), my driver's license, and most IMPORTANTLY, a photo of my Mom :( The wallet was hers as well...sigh. If I could have said anything to the thief, I think it would have been along the lines of "Take the money, leave the wallet" (hopefully you can figure out that reference). Sadly I did not have that opportunity, and to be honest I probably would have never said that (so why I mentioned it in the first place...I have no idea). It's too witty/clever for the moment, AND I can only ever picture anything like that being said in a thick new york/italian accent. If we're talking realistically here, I probably would have kicked the guy/threw my shoe at him/her instead, because yelling "stop" (or something along those lines) makes too much sense.
Apologies for my incoherency...I'm a bit tired and dazed, but anyways, while I did end up getting my driver's license back, I'm hoping that my Mom's photo turns up... I guess only time will tell.
'Tis all for now...I'll leave you with some pics of my flat-enjoy!
Jess
