and the verdict is that you're crazy and will spend the rest of your life drawing earthworms.

If I ever questioned being ready for adulthood, today would have been my answer. no. Plain and simply no because what I would much rather do is climb back into my mother's arms at 9lbs 3oz and never grow up.

It's been a trying week. I had my purse taken from where I was eating on Monday. I lost the following things:
my drivers license
my passport
my digital camera
$30
my checkbook (!!!)

First, I called the bank and within on life withering hour I had a new account set up.
The next order of buisiness was to call the 3 big credit bureaus and have them place a fraud alert onto my information so that no accounts could be opened in my name. Then came mailing off forms for cancellation of my passport.

I did all of these things while managing at work.

Tuesday I got up early to drive to my mothers house for my birth certificate (because as far as legal documentation went, I didn't exist at that point) in oder to be able to get a new license.

She didn't have it. She said I should use my passport. I fessed up that it had been in my bag. She blew a fuse. I left with my tail between my legs and went to class.

TODAY I woke up at eight after closing java monkey at 12:30am. I realized tat I did have one other legal ID issued by the government; My servers permit. I drove to java monkey (20min) I then drove to the office of viral documents in bum f&*% egypt (45min) ad went into the office clutching the only things I had as proof of my identity:
My servers permit
my high school diploma
a pay stub
my car insurance

The look on the woman a the desks face was one of "it's her first time alright" and since my tail had yet to come untucked from between my legs I just whined at her for a moment before being directed to window one. I filled out the forms
I waited.
I waited.
I got called an hour later!!...only for the to realize that they printed the wrong one.
I waited
I waited
I waited
and a total of two hours later I left with a birth certificate and some spit from a baby that gummed me in the waiting room.

THEN I had to got to the DMV.
can I get a death knell.

Blah blah blah the DMV took an hour of my life but I was done, drove to the bank and withdrew all the money I had borrowed in order to get that far and drove around paying t back(1 hour).

When I got home I called my credit card to take care of some APR mojo that I didn't agree with only to be (drumroll)
transfered
to the
fraud
department
because somebody had the credit card (that I swore wasn't in my purse) and had been using it. $400 dollars of it.
If i hadn't felt like crying up until then, I sure did at that point.
Luckily all it took was another

Luckily it all got sorted out.
and the end result is...
here's my juried lalala thing.