I have come to a second epiphany.

My car.

Is bad luck.

So I get up to go out to the car this morning and, lo and behold, I find papers thrown all around in the glove compartment and floor and seat. And a screw driver shoved into the radio. And the face of the radio (it's the detachable face kind. The radio is programmed to that face and it doesn't work without it) thrown onto the seat. My mom's driving the car, and no matter how much I tell her, she never takes the face out of the car. Thankfully, the body of the radio is really secure, so it wasn't tough to get out.

Quite obviously, someone broke into my car. The good thing is, the doors were unlocked, so they didn't have to break a window. I purposely leave my car doors unlocked, because unless I get the frickin' like... Insanely expensive bullet proof stuff, average window glass isn't going to keep them from breaking in. (And my car doesn't have an alarm.) It's a false sense of security. So I'd rather them take the radio or whatever then break my window and make me have to pay for a new one.

With this exact same car, this makes it like, the fifth time it's been broken into. I posted about one time it was broken into like, a year or something ago here. The rest of the times my brother owned it... Three times, it was for the radio. Two times, I dunno why.

I'm just happy they tested the handle first. >_>