Since I still felt a bit shitty yesterday, i decided to leave college early and go to the Lost properties office of the London Underground. Some of you might recall I forgot some stuff on the tube a few weeks ago and filled out a lost properties form. Gloves, scissors, bags..stuff.

I didn't really hold my breath but 2 weeks ago I recieved a postcard saying they might have my things and I should contact the office etc.So I went in yesterday. The guy at the counter looked at me and asked me if i was there to pick up hair extensions. Huh?! Was that all that was left off my gloves, notebooks and the rest? Apparently that's all that was left. and there was a £4 charge. I looked at the guy and mumbled" you must be joking!", i might have rolled my eyes sideways as well. Is that possible? to roll eyes sideways i mean

He told me to wait on the other side of the room and then a lady came to finish the whole process. I then told her i don't want the extensions, expensive or not. I was wondering whether someone on the tube did a "finders keepers" thing and took out what they wanted and then handed in the rest, or whether it was the tube staff. what am i meant to think. So i said i didn't want them, but then i threw a £10 bill on the counter and told her to take waht she needs to. The dangers of being emotionally precarious,you don't give a shit, and you act irrationally sometimes. I think she felt sorry for me. she said she could see if the charges could be reduced to £1. That seemed more realistic. I brightened up a bit

So in the end i paid £1.but im wondering how many people actually get all of the things they've lost back. What happens between your briefcase or tote bag or documents or gloves and clothes hurtling along the tube to them being handed in at the lost properties office?

This just proved to me you can't really trust people as far as u can throw them. but that is a gross generalisation. There are unscrupulous people out there as well as honest people.
So I went home, feeling rather dejected. Nibbled on some left-overs and tried to sleep. i closed my eyes for an hour. Milk boy came as i woke up and said I looked exhausted. I think that meant "you look ugly". I don't look like a proper princess when i wake up I guess being sleep deprived for three days wouldnt help the effect. Oh well...

This morning i saw a girl with half her bum out of her jeans. It's one thing to wear super-low rise jeans but when We have to see your entire bum??? I nearly wretched. sorry it wasn't pretty I think there should be a law against. I know i shocked some guy at work a few weeks ago when i bent over and he saw a tiny weeny bit. apparently he blanched but he couldnt tear his eyes away i tore mine away from the monstrosity i saw this morning.

I guess tomorrow is another day