Robbed.

So, early this morning my sister's house in Gainesville, the one that I'm living in next semester, was broken into. We only found out because the girlfriend of the new guy moving in found the front door ajar and everything in the house in disarray. Apparently, my PS3 is gone, the two TVs my sister and I owned, my sister's sound system, her iPod speakers, an who knows what else.

This makes me so sick. To think that strangers came into our house and took our personal possessions, things that could have had sentimental value. Just taken them away to pawn off, to make money off of. My $500 PS3 is gone, but that doesn't upset, no where near as much as the feeling of being played. Being violated. What the fucking hell. I swear, I'm going to find out who did this, even if it means I have to contact every fucking pawn shop in Gainesville, every day, for the next month. Fucking piece of shit scum.

My sister and our two other roommates are going to drive up tomorrow to see if anything else was taken, like jewelry or clothing or anything else important. Hopefully when the police come by again they could scan the house for usable fingerprints.

On top of all this mess, this Christmas season is stressing me out. For some reason, I'm not happy. This whole ordeal just made matters worse. There's no holiday cheer here, not one ounce of it. I feel happy being with my parents, but then I think about other things and get in the worse moods. I want to lock myself in my room and not come out, because it would be easier than to bother myself with socializing and caring about what others thought. I really don't want to do that. Right now, I just want to rest and be by myself. But I know by doing that, someone out there is going to make assumptions, and I'm going to lose friends. Either way, it's a lose lose situation, I suppose.

On a lighter note, I think I might have found the bike I wanted. My parents and I went to a bike shop in Dunedin to look for a road bike that fit me. They had a really nice, entry level one for $800. Ya. Expensive. So we just browsed around and I wandered off to the used bikes and found, nestled between a hot pink Barbie bike and a hybrid, this beaten up, sad looking road bike. It was as if an abused puppy was looking at me with glistening eyes and whimpering for me to take it home. The frame was rusted, the cover of the saddled was detached from the cushion, the tires were torn up. But for some reason, I really wanted to take it home. Give it TLC. This is the bike I want to begin my cycling career on. Definitely.

I'm calling the shop tomorrow to ask for a price.