9:42 Monday Night   I. am. so. Silly. I lost my bag. It contained my digital camcorder; digital camera; wallet with picture ID, $100 in cash, two credit cards, debit card, my school ID, and all the little wallet photos of close friends; as well as my cheque book. It was a good "fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!" situation. Portland had the potential of being awesome, but I found it hard to have a good time with all this weighing on my mind. Dad canceled the credit cards as well as my checking account, and took it a lot better than I thought he would...and the policemen and the people at the hotel were really nice... I was crying in a pizza parlour trying to compose myself and figure out what i'd done with my purse, and this girl sitting next to me was like "are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?" I was thankful and appreciative of the concern but I wasn't capable of words. mostly I was just feeling really. really stupid. So um yeah. Portland State University looks really nice. I think I'll end up going there eventually. I missed him so. much It got pretty lonely, being in that Hotel Room on that huge bed all by myself. Dan called. Quite a bit, actually. 'Twas nice. Caleb finally called, too. Caleb called me the morning I left at 6 a.m. He said, "You said you'd be awake at 6 and it's 2 a.m. and I'm not asleep yet so I thought I'd call." you know. in that beautiful accent of his. ♥♥♥ that was my trip in a nutshell. The Moral of the Story? I'm a Loser. literally.