It’s funny that, just because I am a girl, people think I should only look good, because if I don’t, there is nothing I can contribute to society. It’s sad that when they look at you, they immediately categorize you into a good looking, or a not so good looking type and no one is expecting you to say/do anything wise. Well, sorry, but if you want something to look at, take a photo from a celebrity magazine, I actually happen to have brains.

I am not sure why I brought this up now (even though it’s been bothering me ever since I’ve been knowing for myself), but I went to register with our student’s organization in order to get a part time job today and I was a witness to a very upsetting (to say the least) conversation. Long story short, they’ve been looking for guys to advertise some high-tech stuff, just because girls, even though they can attract attention with their good looks don’t know anything about technology. Pardon me, but you might at least want to look into female applicants before ruling them out…I am getting sick of sex segregation even though I know that girls are the ones responsible for the majority of these prejudices and the fact that they accept those as latest fashion doesn’t help either. Oh, and by the way, they also had separate job positions for male and female applicants. Wait, am I missing something or we’re back in 15th century?

Another, call-it-exciting thing happened to me today as I was looking for a not-so-expensive club for taking shooting classes. If you didn’t know it already (which I doubt) guns are my biggest passion yet. Anyway, it turned out I couldn’t find a club that wouldn’t take all my money just for showing me how to shoot from a gun and then give me a piece of paper proving just that. So I figured I may as well buy one off market and shoot at whatever the heck I want, it would be less expensive (nevertheless more interesting).

I was just kidding about that, but seriously though, being a criminal is not only less expensive, but much more profitable, and I really need my share of excitement!

I am going to visit yet another club tomorrow and endure some more but-you’re-a-girl looks. I don’t care about what people might say/think, but it would help if they didn’t have an image of me, full of prejudices, before I even open my mouth. My adrenalin is going crazy and I really need to let it all out. Let’s just hope I won’t do something stupid…

..I woke up early this morning as to block all my credit cards to, at least make sure my bank accounts were safe.
- Hello how can I help you?
- I’d like to block my credit cards, they’ve been stolen. My whole wallet got stolen.
- Okay, give me your credit card numbers.
- I’ve just told you, my credit cards are missing they ARE STOLEN.
- Oh…
- Riiiiightttt

I feel asleep somewhere after this conversation and after another nightmare, the sound of my telephone woke me up.
- We now have the tapes, as you requested. Please, come down here so you can take a look at those.

To be completely honest I felt a bit excited as they set everything up and played the tape for me. I knew exactly what I was looking for and I knew where I needed to look – somewhere between 5-5:30pm he shall show up. They told me I could make it go faster which I did and then they helplessly tried to calculate for how long they’ll have to sit there with me. They weren’t really amused with this whole thing, and just wanted to go home. I couldn’t blame them.

I was watching very carefully, and actually saw a guy (that looked just like the one I saw in the hall yesterday) entering our block. I didn’t say anything just to see that same guy go out at the exact same time I got out of the bathroom and noticed my wallet’s been missing. That was more than enough for me to make sure that this was not just a coincidence and that we have our guy.
- So, what now?
- I need those tapes – I said – I have a laptop I can play videos over and over again in my room.
-Will you cal the police? I don’t know if we can just give you the recordings – said one of them – What are you planning to do anyway?
- Let me worry about that. I just want the recordings where I can see him coming in and out of our block.
They both looked at me suspiciously, claiming how there is nothing I can do, and they doubt police will be able to do much either since the video quality is very poor and there is no way anyone could make out his face. I was persistent.
- Okay, give the girl those recordings why should we care what she’s going to do with those? Let’s just go home – said the other guy.

And so I got the videos where I can clearly see when he entered the building and when he left it, and the timing is just perfect. I know he did it, but there is not a whole lot of things I can do about it. Actually, I can only ask around and hope someone would recognize him…
But let’s get real, that won’t happen.

I always wanted to turn my life into an action movie and was wondering why nothing interesting was happening to me. Well I guess I changed my mind today after my wallet (with, let’s see… My ID, my dorm ID, all my credit cards an all my money) got stolen. The truth is, I left my room unlocked for only a few minutes as I went to the bathroom. I remember seeing a suspicious guy in the hall right after I left the room and I clearly remember he had some papers in his hands and my first thought was how he was into charity work or something (you often see that in our dorm). I also remember the sound of his footsteps and the repeated knocks on the doors that slowly disappeared into the distance as I walked out of the bathroom.

I remember thinking how I always leave my wallet on that little table near the door and how I shouldn’t be doing that with all the creepy people that can get in and out of this dorm without anyone noticing them. And guess what? I was right. Call it a hunch or whatever you like, but the moment I entered the room I knew my wallet was missing before actually looking at that damned table. My private investigation proved my point:
-Well yeah, he did look suspicious, he was asking for money for his sick friend… We didn’t buy his story – said the girls that actually did let him in – And yes, we are positive that we could recognize him if we saw him again.

My next step was to go downstairs with those two girls and report the theft to the doorman. Of course, they could do nothing about it. We went through every single ID that visitors left and those girls thought that we had a suspect among them. Doorman called him and we had a nice little stake out as to confirm we had the right guy without revealing our identities. My hopes were high, but it turned out the guy they called looked nothing like the guy those girls have been talking with just a couple of minutes ago… yeah, talking about eyewitnesses!
- He probably already left the building, there is nothing we can do – said the young doorman – I am sorry.
- Hey, and how about security cameras? We do have those, right?

…I wish I was in a real movie, where you could stop the security tape enlarge the picture of that guy’s face and make it look sharp and clear and then with a single click search a database and withing seconds come up with every single information about him, including his address so I could go there and kick his a@@. But guess what? In real life, it doesn’t work that way. Real life sucks…

So tomorrow I get to watch security tapes with those two eyewitnesses that claim they could recognize him. Am I looking forward to that? No, not really, as I don’t see how can that help me (or the police) in any way. I wish it was like in the moves, but the reality is nothing like the tv…