Lotsa LOTR

If you read LOTR fanfiction at all, http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=416464 simply must be read. Well, more specifically, her User Guides. The woman actually writes User Guides for a living, and she wrote a bunch for some LOTR characters, and they're hysterical. Especially the one about Hobbits. But why oh why does she put the stories on fanfiction.net?? They stink! Half the time you get an annoying popup. You are forewarned.

Yesterday at work I bought The Two Towers, of course. Two copies, just so I could get the bobble-head dolls that Freddy's was offering with purchase. Binki got the very last Legolas, it was the display. I got myself Frodo but it was a toss-up between that and Merry. I'm sorely tempted to buy another DVD to get the Merry one and then returning the unopened DVD. It's not like they're anything terribly impressive. Oh well. I still wish I'd got that huge Treebeard toy with Merry and Pippin in his branches. If you pressed a button on Treebeard he'd talk. Just what I need, more tchotchkes.

So me and Bink tried to watch The Two Towers last night at her place. Andrea and Tommy spent the whole time screaming at each other about the stupidest shit. Maia and Rhi were whining. Grr wasn't feeling well. And I, well, I kept making pointless snarky comments a la The Very Secret Diaries. In other words, we spent a great deal of the movie with closed-captioning on. As if me and Bink don't have the vast majority of the dialogue memorized by now. By the end I was damn tired. I tortured Jon by showing him how much stuff is on The Library of Moria, and then I went to bed.

I got home at ten am this morning, with a long list of things to do today, and instead I napped until almost four. Color me unproductive. I might still go to the downtown library, I don't know when they close. Also, got some financial aid stuff in the mail, and I was all excited, and then I realized that it's a booklet with the same info that was in my Stafford counseling. Aka: Are you aware that this is a loan? You have to pay this back, y'know. Don't be surprised when we ask you to pay us back. Etc etc. Where is my damn promissory note to sign? Also, found out (very scary) that I won't get my first "disbursement" of moneys until 30 days after the beginning of the term, i.e.: one week short of Halloween. So I might have to work at Fred Meyer for a little while longer after all. But I don't know HOW I'm going to do that and a campus job, because I'll need to get one of those *before* the term starts. Oh well, if I'm working in the bookstore I'll have more hours at first anyway. I'd rather work at the Rock Creek one, but I'm at Sylvania three days a week, so I'll probably be there. Bleh.

Have you seen my wallet?

So I decide to go downtown to return my library books. They're overdue by about a week, and I want something to read. I wrestle with my books, discman, and purse once I get on the max, settling my purse against the wall to my right and the books on the seat to my left.

I get off at the library stop downtown.....and realize, as the max is pulling away, that I am missing my purse. I have my books, and my discman, but I am sans purse. Enter the panic zone. I run down to the pioneer square stop, but the max pulls away before I get there. Now what? I don't have any money to get home, and no bus pass. I see a Radio Cab and run up to it. "Can you catch up with that Max? I can't pay you unless we catch up to it, 'cause I left my purse in it and it has my card." He accepts, I jump in, and we race the max for a few stops. We catch up, I run on and grab my purse, which is still there. The second I get off, I start rummaging through for my wallet. I dump it out right there on the pavement--everything but the wallet. I immediately start to wail. A guy walking by (who, unfortunately, I did not get a good look at) tells me that he saw two black girls take my wallet. In retrospect, HE probably did--otherwise, why didn't he stop them? I run back to the cab and between sobs tell him that my wallet isn't there. I'm totally panicking at this point. He gives me fifty cents and we drive to a hotel which, unlike that max stop, has a working pay phone. I call my parents and tell them what happened and that I have no way to pay the cab's fare. They tell me to go ahead and take the cab home and they'll pay it. I come back and tell the driver, he drives me all the way home making small talk. The fare adds up to $30 and my mom tips him five and thanks him effusively. I mean, really, he didn't HAVE to take me to the max knowing full well I didn't have my money with me, and he didn't have to drive me to the burbs not sure that he would be paid there either except on my word. So YEAY for....the cab company. I was so panicky I don't even remember the name of the taxicab company.

I called the credit card company and canceled the card. There was only $3 in cash in there. I called Portland Police but they said to call back in the morning to make the report. I'm mostly worried about all the ID. My driver's license, social security card, school ID, both library cards, it's ALL in there. It's a pain in the total ass to replace all that stuff. There's also numerous other cards--my body shop discount card, my bus pass, punch cards to lots of different places....oh, I don't remember. Just A Lot of cards. It was a nice wallet, too.

Keep the damn three bucks. Just give me back my ID!!!

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