So much for the Neighborhood Crime Watch

I woke up Sunday morning with a missed call from Dan Burgan from 1:41AM. I am definitely not the person that he usually drunk dials, so I was somewhat concerned. I gave him a ring and I found out that he was calling to let me know our apartment was broken into, and we were robbed. Of course, we have nearly nothing of value in our apartment minus a television from 1997, some very random DVD's and PS2 games, and my PS2 which doubled as our DVD player. So whatever, the douche bags got off with a couple of old video games and videos, total loss less than a couple hundred dollars (if everything was all new). However, something that was stolen was my box set of HBO's Band of Brothers. It is my favorite movie/miniseries ever. I can watch those episodes over and over again, I knew each character, it inspired me to learn more about European/world history, blah blah blah...

It was the last Christmas present my mom had given me.

Now I know what people mean when they say that "their whole lives were in that house." Losing a DVD does seem very trivial, in fact, it IS very trivial. It is now like I lost something that I had of ours, somethat that her and I shared and loved. I know that those moments and that love was not stolen from me along with the videos, I know that completely. Its just a crappy situation.

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