I ... hate... money.
why can't everything be free?!
I've spent like half my paycheck in less than three weeks.

550$ for rent
666$ on books (the number even speaks for itself. LOOK AT THE EVIL!)
250$ on the buspass for this term.
300$ on my contacts lenses for the coming 6 months.
150$ on a new mp3 player since my old one went byebye

+ I had to buy random things like... a new pair of jeans, new eyeliner, food, other clothes, leisure activities like... alcohol... and movietickets. I'm not supposed to just sit here and rot, you know.


I'm far from broke, but compared to what I had it's frigging creepy. It flies out so fast I hardly see it go.

*sobs*

This little saga needs some background info, and it all begins with the fact that I am moving into a new place this fall. Yes, this sounds like a very irrelevant fact and does not say much about my purse/bag/whatever, but just be patient and you will see. Because since I am moving into a new place, my mum, dad and I drove down to Trondheim to stay for two days. The goal was to move me out of the previous place, transport as many of the things I needed to the other place and install all my crap in there.

The crucial part of this story happens in the car on the way down. It's a 10 hour drive, and might I add a pretty excruciating one considering my iPod Nano decided to stop working the night before we left. I am so getting a Creative Zen Vision instead. Apple can kiss my ass. ANYWAY. I digress. It's a long drive, so my dad and I take turns driving. After about 4 hours, I take my turn, and he takes my seat in the back. And while I drive and talk to my mum he chooses to sleep and then have coffee to wake up.

The drama begins when he takes his turn again after some hours, and I get back in the back seat. What do I find? The bloody thermos with the lid not screwed on tight enough! At first it didn't seem to have leaked too much, but that was until I moved my jacked and found my entire DanielRay purse - which I love and use obsessively - soaked in brown, stinking liquid. Now as if that wasn't enough to make me shriek in horror, when I lifted it up I find that the damn coffee had managed to soil the holiness that is Harry Potter.

Yes, I had brought Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows to re-read during the drive, and my sacred copy is now soaked in COFFEE!

My parent's reaction you asked?
My dad: "I hardly even opened it, it can't have been open!"
Me: "WELL THERE'S COFFEE ON PRACTICALLY ALL OF MY THINGS. Did it just magically fly out and drape itself all over my belongings?!"

My mum: "Oh dear. That doesn't look good"

YOU THINK?!

Eventually, my mum promised me that they'd come with me and buy a new purse, though they did not seem to understand my indignation about my now ruined Holiness ("You've read it already, haven't you?" >.<).

So you'd think the matter was sorted, but alas, the drama continues. We were very busy moving my things and cleaning the previous place, and we only had two days, so our shopping trips were severely rushed. And when the moment comes to find my a new purse, my mum asks me where we could find suitable stores. And I start thinking out loud about where I've seen purse/bag stores around the city. This is when my mum just looks at me and goes:  "f you want one from a purse store you'll have to buy it yourself. They're so expensive"

I looked approximately like this: O.O
I wasn't planning to buy a 200$ one. I intended to find a pretty reasonable one for maybe... 50-70$, which is what the ruined one cost me. And I think it's only reasonable to replace the ruined purse with an equally expensive one and not chew me off with some 10$ cheapshit when YOU'RE the one who ruined the damn thing.

I didn't know what to say, so she just kept going and said we could go into H&M, cause she had seen some bags there once. At H&M I had the selection of a whooping 10 items, all of them not even close to being a replacement for the one that was ruined. I ended up just grabbing a random one cause I didn't want to go around the city with a bag smelling of coffee, sporting a big brown spot on my otherwise green, blue and white striped fabric.

My mum told me to give it to her and let her pay, but I just looked at her and told her that since it's such a hassle to replace what they ruined, I can pretty much manage to pay 12$ for a new one. So I ended up paying for it myself. And seriously... what's the point in offering oh-so-generously to pay for the cheapest bag on the entire wall, when my ruined one cost like 5 times of that. It just pissed me off that they couldn't bother to replace it, and no... a cheap H&M bag that I could buy anytime I'd like isn't a replacement.

As for the Soiled Holiness,  I went into a bookstore nextdoor while waiting for my optician place to open.. and I browsed around for cheap English books (most English books are very reasonable over here. And that suits me well). So I ended up finding Jane Austen's Emma for like $2. I came out of the book store, and my mum and dad were waiting for me and my mum goes: "OOo You bought a new Harry Potter book?"

.... Excuse me?! I'm supposed to replace the book myself too? You'd think I was the one who forgot to put the lid on right and let the thermos lie around in the backseat. Yes, let's ruin all her belongings and let HER pay for replacements, when she hasn't even gotten any scholarship money since May and is fucking broke. (and before you comment on it, DH does not cost 2$, it's significantly more expensive because of its popularity).

I'm dying to read DH again, so I'll probably just have to buy it for my own money again. Absolutely SPIFFING.
I miss my purse :( haha, bah. I can't wait to get money when school starts again!