The start of the new semester is exciting in many way for many different reasons. New classes, a fresh start, no homework, reunions with friends, and shiny new school supplies.

Over the holidays I had my mother purchase a custom made bag that I can use for school. You see, my backpack I used for the last 9 months is ripped to shreds. I may need to find some saftey pins to get through the week. The bag was ordered from a purveyor of fine messenger bags, I'll call them "Timbuk3".

Timbuk3's order confirmation email it could take awhile to get the order made, so I should remain patient, and that I would get an email from UPS when the bag is leaving on their delivery van. I never got an email, so therefore, I never figured it might have been delivered. It is now nearly a month since I ordered the blasted thing. Today I checked in on it and I found out it was delivered and left on my porch on Dec. 23.

Goodbye $150.

Some blasted homeless person who traversed down Bateman Street two days before Christmas is now carrying his or her load in style. Bastards. My only hope is that I run into the bag snatcher. I'd easily be able to identify them since the bag's color combination is distinctly my own design. If anyoen sees a grey, silver and red large Timbuk3 messenger bag on the back of some poor schmuck, please let me know where they were immediately.

Bastards...