my friday afternoon: come home after school. no one home. after about 15 minutes in my house (i'm slow) i look to find my computer is GONE... monitor, tower, printer, scanner, speakers, subwoofer EVERYTHING. and the scanner didn't even work. and theres a note by the phone that says (in my dads all caps handwriting): ALYSSA, DON'T ANSWER THE PHONE OR THE DOOR. i thought the mafia was after us or something. so anyways.. later my dad calls about 5 times. some of the things he said: "sit tight. i'll be home in about 20 minutes. ok buddy? i'm REALLY sorry about this..." another call: "hey i ran out of gas." (he sounded out of breath too.) and when i asked where it was... "you DON'T KNOW WHERE IT IS." at this point i thought that: my dad had bought our computer from the mafia this whole time and he didn't pay up and they were looking to get it back. my dad had decided to drive out west with the computer. well long story short its back. if you want to know where it was... ask. went to prov. place today. got some quote unquote preppy clothing. well "some." I WANT MORE CLOTHES. i am a clothing whore. but i am a girl so i have a right to be.