Missing Bag & Stolen Shoes.

I did not have a good morning.

Today when I woke up, my sister came in the room and told me that my makeup bag was missing. To be honest, I don’t actually keep makeup in the bag, but other important bathroom stuff like my toothbrush, chapstick, hair ties, bobbies, & my Harajuku perfume that I just got for my birthday. ),:

No worries, I still brushed my teeth this morning, but I had to use one of the spares my Auntie had; it’s nothing compared to my awesome, suction cup toothbrush that can stick to the mirror. I also had the cool looking sphere shaped chapstick, the Eos one. It would moisturize my lips for a long time and I still had a bunch left! I can easily buy more hair ties and I’ve got a little jar of at least two hundred bobbies in my car with all my other junk, so that’s an easy fix. But my Harajuku perfume! My mum mailed it to me in a box of other stuff she sent me for my birthday because she knows how much I love the stuff. Their perfume smells really good and if you buy the actual perfume bottle, the cap is shaped like little dollies; it’s the cutest thing! And now it’s gone, gone forever! D,:

Ugh, I just can’t believe it’s missing! It’s not like I can’t slowly, but eventually, replace everything I had, but I’m just really pissed that something went missing again. Yes folks, you heard me right, A-G-A-I-N!

One of the other times my sister and I stayed over at our Aunt’s house, my shoes were stolen! How ridiculous is that, yeah?!

We left our shoes outside because our Auntie doesn’t like us to bring them inside, so we left ‘em overnight. The next day, they were gone. Poof! Just like that. And my shoes were the only ones that got stolen! My Aunt said that it might have been one of my cousin’s friends because they’re always coming around and hanging out by their place. Some little, punk arse kid stole my kicks. I know it wasn’t an adult, at least not a grown man, because I have small feet; I wear size six and a half in US shoe sizes.

The shoes were pretty sweet too, so I understand why someone would want to steal them, but seriously? C’mon man, don’t be taking other people’s bologna. Anyway, they were like Vans slip-ons, but y’know, the cheap, generic Airwalk brand you buy from Payless. They were absolutely comfortable, which is why I loved them so much. Plus, they looked good with everything. I don’t know how that was possible, but it’s very true. I considered going back to Payless to see if I could find ‘em there, but I doubt it. First of all, because I bought the shoes in Scottsdale, Arizona when we were on school break; I don’t live in Arizona. Secondly, I bought them about five years ago, when I was fourteen and a freshman in high school. I really miss my shoes. :,c

I still haven’t yet, but if I ever find the kid who took ‘em, I am going to beat him/her to a bloody pulp, and then rip my shoes right off their feet! Once you steal something from me, poop gets real.

Hah! Wow, I can’t take myself seriously when I have to use synonyms for vulgar words. XD
But we’re not allowed to curse in the blogs, so it’s cool.

Well, that’s how my morning went so far. An event took place that brought up memories of a similar event, which lead me to rant about said events. Oh, the daily dilemmas of Ara. Ara is me, if you didn’t know.

Hopefully, I will find my makeup bag later, but I’m not getting my hopes up. No point in high hopes, I might as well just face facts that it’s gone. Gone forever, but I guess, what does it really matter? When I just had all of you there? I just had all of you there with me, my friends, if you’re even my friends.

Sorry, I had an Adventure Time moment. Couldn’t help myself. Yes, I do indeed break out in song sometimes. Okay, most of the time. c:

Anyways, that’s enough about me and my ranting. How are you guys doing? How was your morning? I hope it was better than mine. Have you ever had anything important stolen from you? Do you wish you could find the person who stole it and just beat the cuss out of ‘em? Or are you a better, kinder person than I am and wouldn’t beat them up?

In all seriousness though guys, I’m actually not normally a mean person. I’m really, very nice and don’t get into fights, but it just ticks me off that someone stole my junk. So, please don’t think I’m this awful, mean monster that goes around punching babies’ faces. :,c