But that was yesterday. Big parties on the weekend, pretty much what I’d call a bender. But that’s not going to happen this weekend. Well maybe it can happen friday, but after that I’m going back to Stafford. I’m just getting tired of being the host of the party, I need to go somewhere where I’m not responsible so I can relax. Maybe I wouldn’t feel so bad if the people that were coming over were all over 21, or I didn’t have to babysit them so much. I think I’m getting old too fast.

As some of you may have heard my laptop case and everything in it were stolen from my appartment last Friday. Or if you haven’t heard then here is the story. Friday night I had been planning to go out bowling with my friends. Charlie (my roomate) said that he was going to have some friends over, this happens all the time so I wasn’t worried. I went out with my friends and didn’t return until the next day, that’s when I noticed something was missing. My laptop bag was no where to be found. I checked the car, all the rooms in the house, everywhere. I then started to call people and ask them if they had seen it. Another friend, Ryan, told me that he had moved it from the chair I left it in and leaned it up against the wall. Then I started to get worried. Through some other friends I learned that Richie (another friend) had invited someone from his soccer class at NOVA, who then brought more people. Three extra guys and one girl I think. And there we have our suspects, the only people over that night that hadn’t been over a thousand times before. I tracked down phone numbers that they could be reached at and called the first suspect “Omar”. Omar was not a nice guy, after telling me repeatedly that he had no idea where my laptop was and that “I should stop telling him what to do” he dropped this bomb “Don’t tell me what to do or I’ll come to your house and put a gun in your mouth” after that the phone call ended very quickly. I waited till Charlie got home and called the police to file a report. The officer was really nice and informed me that this would be grand larceny and also it could be federal charges for making a threat over the phone. Which is great and all… but as of 3om on Wednesday I haven’t even heard back from the police. I’m trying to keep up hope that i’ll get it back… but it’s not looking good.

Keep hope alive!
Mark

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I feel almost ill today. Here’s the deal. Someone stole my laptop and my Ipod. Here’s the deal, I wasn’t at the appartment on friday night and someone made off with my laptop bag. Saturday when I got back we called the police and filed a report. I’m keeping my hopes up but this kind of thing dosen’t look good. I’m hoping the total morons that took it leave a paper trail so I can get it back. It’s not like we don’t know who took it. There were only four people at the party that hadn’t been over there a thousand times. The policia will be calling me today to give me an update on the situation. I’ll keep hope alive until Lappy is found.

I think I just really wanted to use that title. But in the morning at work I am really interested in the cooking and eating of oatmeal. It could be that I’m still a little bit zombified from the early morning and the monotonous drive to work. But anyway the amusement is still genuine. When I put that bowl of water and dried oat flakes into the microwave it’s like watching a tiny volcano. But you mustn’t take your eyes off the bowl… you mustn’t… less you invoke the wrath of the weaponized oatmeal. Which is my idea for “non-lethal” but highly painful military weaponry. If they could just find a way to deliver this in mass quantities… on the glory of seeing foamy globs of molten oats pouring out of buildings full of insurgents. Also I would not recomend leaving a plastic fork in the oatmeal, sometimes the resulting mutilation is hard on the mouth. In closing… I love the smell of oatmeal in the morning.

I was just noticing that my diet pretty much consists of nothing but pre-made food. Not that it’s a bad thing, but I’m just starting to notice it. I think the only complaint I have is the lack of texture in my meals. I have to make a special trip to the deli across the street just to get a sandwich so I can enjoy the solidness of bread. The rest of my food intake comes in the microwavable form. It’s not that i’m complaining, because I have nobody else to blame but myself, I really like soup. Especially Campbell’s Chunky soup, it’s soo good.Also I really need to stop eating so many spicy foods… it’s bad times.