so where was i...? was that at all interesting?

i am hoping that was at least slightly interesting simply because if it wasn't no one will ever read my blog again and everyone will hate me!! ahhh!! not really, it's just that i'm gonna blog about the same type of stuff now, so let's zoom forward few days to, say, today. today is monday, the 13th of march, and i woke up feeling like crap. i had gotten home last night at roughly midnight, and then spent a rough hour taking a tired inventory of my room, saying "this is gone, this is still here, that's gone, that's still here..." a fun little crap i do every time i get robbed. and when i did this i found something most tragic, something that makes me very sad, the N64 controller that was stolen was no ordinary controller, it had "sentimental value". what does that mean? around a year ago (i think) when i was in america at my cousin Adam's house he gave me a wicked cool black N64 controller, and through pure luck and good planning it has survived three other robberies, it was my "magic" controller, no matter how hard it tried to get stolen i loved it too much. but because i loved it so much it was also the controller i always used and was therefore plugged into the N64 at the time it was stolen, and now it is no more. i've been meaning to send an E-mail to my cousin anyway but nw i have a reason, i can tell him about his magic controller he gave me.

but anyway, let me tell you about today. today at ten we went to a pawn-shop type store where we have been told people buy and sell stolen things, to see if they might have our stuff. now of course my mom can't understand why this place isn't shut down if it's known for this, but i say the reasons are so obvious i don't feel like typing them (lies, everything is a lie). but anyway we went to this shop called "tuhat asja" which seems to mean "thousand things" but i'm not sure, it looks more like "thousand thing" but that doesn't work with my logic. so anyway this store was supposed to open at ten, so we went at the obvious time, ten. with us went our friend Ermo for help with translation. so my dad, Ermo and i waited, and waited, and waited. we waited until ten thirty and the shop still didn't open. it was funny to, because in that half our while we standed in the freezing cold we saw four people come and try to go to this store. first there was this guy who reminded me of a rather ugly teenage gorilla, he came first and looked at the store and noticed me staring at him and then walked on, ten minutes later he came back, saw us still there and decided to try the door anyway, it was, as we already knew, locked. so he turned on his heel and left. next came a guy who reminded me of some kind of giant rat, and his eyes really bugged me. he went up, tried the door and quickly walked of. next came two guys together, and they didn't remind me of any nasty animal but but they kept whispering and staring at us, and after trying the door quickly left. and so after waiting a whole half hour after the store should have opened we left.

but of course i am not defeated so easily, me and my dad returned a little before 12 and saw the door open, inviting us. i quickly walked in and eyed all the store had to offer. crap mobile phones, no thanks. stolen cameras, maybe some other day (not). nintendo 64, uh-uh, or wait, did i say nintendo 64? as i looked around the store i noticed, hidden under some rubber thing, a nintendo 64. and this was not just any nintendo 64, this was a pokemon N64!! i almost cracked up when i saw that. i checked it out obviously not mine, from the pikachu on the front to the europen power plug on the back i knew sucker wasn't mine, but just seeing a N64 kinda bugged me. i must admit i was quite upset to see that the N64 and some other game system i didn't recognize were being used to hold a pile of books. i always have quite a bit of respect for game systems, no matter how old and nerdy. but anyway after a quick survey of the store and talking to the owner we saw that nothing of ours was there. quite sad really.

and now another quite upsetting thing is that a boy we know from our youth group told a girl from our youth group he knows who did it, but he won't tell who. i just want to say, in the most respectful nice way possible, you're a frickin' jerk boy. if you're a little 8 year old then you say things like "i know who broke the vase but i'm not gonna tell you!!" but if you're a teenager then you need to grow up. either shut up or blab what you know, i don't care which just do it. but it's not fair to say "i know but ain't telling you!!" that's just retarded, and i resent it. i just hate this whole thing because i'm not good at this type of crap, my parents are good at the whole "responding with grace thing" but deep inside i still would love to see some heads smashed. but i am good at the whole "letting other people take over" thing so i'm just letting my parents deal with everything, and i don't care. but anyway, that's all upsetting, tommorow or later tonight i'll write something better, but now i'm supposed to be babysitting so i gotta go.