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My car got stolen last night. I discovered this when I went to leave for class this morning around 7:15.

I wanted to kill someone or something. I just remember walking around the corner of my building to the street we have to park on and thinking "why is my car not there? It was there at 11:30 last night. Why not now?" turning around then screaming "SHIT!" Louder than I've ever screamed anything before. It wasn't that I'd lost something of great tangible value- it was a rusted out 89 Cutlass stationwagon, a pair of 15 dollar shoes and a short sleeved cardigan that was too big for me since I bought it last spring- it was just the fact that I realized "I'm going to be late for class, some of my sketches for class were in there, AND I work in Overland Park."

Then there was the matter that my older brother's name was on the title and even though he lives in CO and was completely unaware of the whole event and my missing drawings, the police said I couldn't report it.

I called my parents shaking and crying because I had absolutely no answer for the situation. Luckily, they let my father call in the report and through various connections, I now have a new (to me) car I will recieve by the end of the week for probably 100 dollars a month for about 8 months...

God is a funny funny man... Or something.