Lookin' up.

Ok, ok, I feel I must apologize for my last entry. It was a little dramatic and now that I am over it all I am able to admit it was a little over the top, but hey, I was distraught. At least it gave a few of you some laughs, which I still don't know how I feel about that... laughing at other peoples misery. Just kidding. Thats why I started this blog, to entertain you all. 

So since my world was completely shaken after the events of Tuesday night, I am proud to say that I am still here to tell you about it. I did not die which is a good thing. I'm still able to live my life 110%, which is what its all about. I'm so thankful that it was only my wallet, things could have been a lot worse, but its still a pain in the ass to deal with. 

After a fitful night of sleep, I woke up early the next morning to get my day started, I had a lot to take care of. I first headed to the Western Union that is literally four doors down from my apartment, to pick up the money my wonderful dad had wired me. I get there and it only sends money, it doesn't receive...? Ok... so the lady gave me the address of another Western Union about two blocks away. I trek my way over there to the address she gave me and it doesn't exist. Well the address did but it was definitely not a Western Union. The lady that I was talking to definitely thought I was crazy when I asked for the Western Union until I showed her the address and in the best spanish I could use explained that someone had sent me here. So, feeling a little frustrated I decided to head to my school to talk to the lady in charge of student health and safety. I took the bus, which I usually hate to do but I was not about to take the metro by myself, with the three euros one of my room mates lent me. When I got to school, the lady wanted me to fill out a police report, I thought it was a waste of time, I mean I had to sit there and fill it out and then go to the police department to get it authorized. I mean I know they aren't going to find my wallet or the guy with the purple headband who took it. Even if they did find my wallet it would to me no good anymore since my cards were cancelled and they took the money, but whatever, I'll cooperate. So I spent about thirty minutes filling that out and then she told me where to go for a Western Union and answered some questions I had. So, while I was sitting there, my friend Mike, better known as "Fayette" (which by the way Crystal, its actually LaFayette, its the school he goes to, you just can't see the whole word in the picture). Asked if I needed some coffee and I gladly accepted since I am a poor person who can't even afford a cup of joe right now. It took my mind off of everything for at least a little while too. 

So after coffee I headed to the police department. I had to wait for like 30 minutes before I was able to talk to anyone. When I finally did, it was awful. The language barrier causes so much more stress than necessary. We had to go through the whole report again and that took so much longer than it should have since I spoke a little spanish and the cop spoke hardly any english. So an hour later I walked out of the police department with a piece of paper that I don't need nor will it help me, ever. It was 1 by this time and I had class at 1:45 but I needed to get my  money from Western Union. I headed over there (all of these things are about a 3 block radius from my school) and had to wait another 30 minutes before I walked out with money. YAY! I'm not completely poor anymore. I still hadn't eaten lunch but I really wasn't that hungry considering I was so stressed out from dealing with everything I was doing that morning. But I had packed a sandwich for when I got hungry. - How cute am I? Packing my own lunch... NO! Not cute at all! I  had to pack a sandwich because I didn't have any money to buy lunch. So with 10 minutes to class I head back to school, but like I said, I was stressed and so tired and I was feeling that if I had to hear one more person speak spanish to me, I might break. I decided that the best thing for me would be to just skip my classes and go back to sleep for a while.

And thats what I did.  I think my spanish professor Ata, the class I have at 1:45, probably thinks that I am crazy. I said "Ata, tengo hablar con tu! Yo he tenido un dia muy mal." (Ata, I have to talk to you. I have had one bad day.) And then in english, because I was going to punch someone if I heard more spanish, I explained what happened. He just kind of looked at me in shock because, yes I was being a little dramatic, and said "relajase" (relax). So thats what I did. I went home and took a long siesta. Wonderful. 

Today was much, much better. My dad has received my computer, so that is in the process of being fixed and he also sent out my new credit card today which should be here by Monday. YAY! No debit card, but at least I have a credit card, which is my dad's money anyways, not MINE! And tomorrow I leave for Rome to see my bestest friend Kiki! I'm so so excited. This visit could not have come at a more opportune time - minus the fact that I only have the 500 euros my dad sent me. Not that amount isn't enough, but I just don't like the uncomfortable feeling that I can't do anything about it if I run out of money. Oh well, I'll manage. I don't NEED to go shopping in Rome anyways... I just really, really wanted to! hehe 

So yes, with all thats happened, I can honestly say I am back to normal. Loving life and excited to see what tomorrow will bring. No more sulking or crying. At least not right now. I can't wait to see Kiki and Rome, but I'm pretty sure that I am more excited to see Kiki. I will have plenty of stories for you when I get back, I'm sure of it. 

You know what they say.... "When in Rome...!"