OLIVIA IS HAVING REALLY SHITTY LUCK!

Let's review the events of December...

December 1st: Christmas with the Krunks- Party thrown by my best friend and I at her apartment.
It was phenomenal, until the cops came. They were cool as hell, though. What sucked was that a friend of mine drank too much and I don't remember a lot of the details about that situation, but I do know it sucked...

Tuesday Night: My car breaks down
There is already a detailed blog about this, and I will make a continuation of said blog, by saying that I am not going to have a car until after Christmas...which sucks giant giant balls.

Friday Night (last night): GREAT night, until my purse got stolen.
I went up to do the top five countdown with a few of my sisters at a radio station here, which I actually love talking about because it's ridiculously fun and I love it, but I will talk about it later. While up at the station, the dj (DLo, super cute btw ((specified for Polt))) asks if any of us want to be put on the vip guest list to senses (a club) for that night. Brittany and I figure, hey, why not, we might stop by if there isn't anything else going on, just to check it out and shit.

So blah blah, we have an awesome time at the radio station as usual (I love it) and Brittany and I head downtown to hang out with a friend of ours for her birthday. This is around 10:30ish maybe. So we get downtown and hang around until about 11:15 because they were leaving to go home and play shot checkers.

Brittany and I figure, what the hell, let's go check this shit out and we drive to the club. We get there around 11:40, go in, and leave at 11:55. We then discover that the passenger door is unlocked when it had been locked before we went inside, and upon popping the trunk, our purses are gone. We go find a popo.

Good news for me, upon returning to my dorm room this morning, I found my wallet that I had, for whatever reason, taken out of my purse this afternoon and put all my cash and my license in my new clutch thing. Shittily, I left my U of M id in the purse. But the worst part was...and Jack knows this...sit down and hold someone's hand...because the bastards stole my camera...

And I had a post on there!! I had taken SO many pictures and planned out a whole post for you guys! And they stole it! MY CAMERA FOR THE LOVE OF THE BABY JESUS!! My camera that has been with me for so long! Throughout Puntabulous, throughout so many nights of great times, so many pictures and memories in that camera! And I miss it.

Luckily, around a week ago I transferred all the pictures to my computer. But still, I had taken a lot of pictures last night...and they were all really cute.

They also stole around 90 dollars in cash from both of us and her wallet and debit card, some IDs, our illusion of safety, memories...you know, the usual.

I really don't like Kelly Ripa. Just a sidenote.

List of things I need to aquire since my purse was stolen:
*Chapstick
*Lip gloss
*Keychains of wonder...bastards, I had the PERFECT keychain too, like, reallly...
*Rape whistle (ironic that it was stolen)
*Tiny notebook for random thoughts I think to write down...
*Digital camera full of memories...
*Car key
*House key
*Dorm key
*Dignity

Now leave me pity comments...