Shake My Booties

So you would think that coming home for reading week would be awesome right?

Think again.

Everything was going smoothly yesterday. My cab came on time, I got onto the GO train, got to Union station, got my ticket. Everything went off without  hitch until I got into Sarnia and went to get my bag out of the baggage container in the car… and it wasn’t there. Me and one of the train people looked for it and could not find it. I’m officially pissed off. That bag had EVERY piece of clothing I own in it (i thought I would bring my laundry home to do it), my makeup, my towels, my blow dryer and hair straightener, my slippers (where I get my nickname from Kai “Boots”), my shampoo/conditioner/body wash/face wash, EVERYTHING!

So the question you’re asking is “what did you do?” I called the London baggage people and they don’t have any bags in. And basically all I can do is hope that someone turns my bag into one of the stations. This also happened to another lady on my train who got off in Strathroy. So guess what I did yesterday… thats right some essentials shopping. Kai took me to my favourite underwear store La Senza and bought me some new bras and underwear. My Dad then took me out and I got pjs, a few shirts, track pants and a sweater. Today me and my Mom went out and bought some more clothes and makeup.

I repeat:

I. Am. So. Pissed. Off.

I still can’t believe that I don’t have any of  my things with me. The only thing I can’t understand is that my bag weighed like 50 lbs so there is no way someone mistakenly walked off with my bag, they had to have taken it intentionally. So I’m hoping that when they find nothing of value in there they will just return it and say that they took the wrong bag. I don’t care… I just want my stuff back. 

Wah!