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Thought I would do a little blog postie before I leave for Prague tomorrow. SO. Once again the week flew by and I do have a couple stories to tell.

Monday night I went to the grocery store after class and realized that I forgot my reusable grocery bag. Which I do pretty much every time I go grocery shopping. Well, if you don't bring your own bags you have to buy plastic ones for 10 cents. Of course I didn't want to buy more than one bag so I crammed probably 10 pounds of stuff into one.  Five minutes in to my walk home I realize that this bag is about to rip right down the middle. So I stop, cause a scene, and transfer groceries into my school bag which is carrying notebooks, my 100 lb computer (that's another story), my iPod, my phone, and my camera.

I get home 10 minutes later and am unloading everything when I pull an empty water bottle out of my school bag. And there I am thinking "hmm I could swear this was full before!" Well. It was full. Until it exploded in my bag which now has standing water at the bottom with my camera floating happily along.

Just as a reminder. This is the third camera I've owned since I got here.

I turned it on and the LCD screen was completely broken.

Basically, I had a heart attack.

I put it in some risotto (no rice around here), took out all my notebooks (which now look like weathered leather), hung my bag on the clothes line to dry out, and could not believe I was mourning the loss of yet another camera.

Then, this morning, after my run, which wasn't that great since I currently have this thing going on where I feel like I have to cough up my left lung every other minute, I turned my camera on and guess what? The little puppy works again. November miracle. Happiest girl.

I was squatting on the ground today near the bank taking pictures from "a dog's point of view" for my photography class (God help me) and I hear, "Scuzi, scuzi" I'm thinking "God almighty if this is some creepy Italian I'll smack him"... I turn around and am face to face with two police men decked out in full uniform with guns strapped across their chests.

Heart attack number 2 for the week almost occurred. They ask me for my camera, and go through all of my pictures while I'm trying to explain that I was just trying to capture the shadows on the ground. Cool Molly. After looking at my pics they finally give it back to me and walk away.

Newsflash Italian police: If I was going to be taking pictures of something so that I could form some master plan to steal from the bank, I wouldn't be making a scene my squatting on the ground in my denim shirt while my bag spills every which direction. Duh.

So anyways. The camera has caused me much drama this week.

Have a lovellyyyyyy weekend! Go get a Christmas Starbucks for me. Just the thought of them sends me into momentary depression.

Ciao lovers.