I am calling upon the youth of the nation to find my stolen sunglasses. Here is a little back-story of the legacy of these sunglasses.

I bought these sunglasses (which look exactly like the black pairs on the right in the photo) while I was visiting the Vatican in Rome. I bought them, loved them, they fit my face perfectly. I get to Florence and smack them off of my head down in to the countryside. I risked my life scaling a wall (see picture below) just to get them back and have managed to operate on them well enough to make them wearable. They were a huge conversation piece because of the insects and cats that were going to attack me when I scaled that mountain, and are a big part of my trip to Italy.

I laid them down at at computer in a classroom and left them behind when the class was over. I went back less than an hour later and there was a girl with Loreal Feria dyed rusty orange hair sitting at the exact computer I was just 45 minutes before. I said, “Excuse me have you seen a pair of sunglasses anyw…” and before I could finish the question she whipped back at me, “No, I don’t know, I mean I haven’t touched anything.”

“Oh…okay,” I said as I did a quick stare of her nasty face to load in to my memory bank in case I am out to dinner one night and see her there wearing them. I AM POSITIVE that she had them buried in her purse under her Proactiv refining mask cream and carton of Marlboro’s.

For those that go to WVU, they were last seen in the iMac lab in the basement of Colson Hall. I will offer upwards of a $5 reward if returned safely to their owner.

No sunglasses plus this ice drizzle overcast has put me in a VERY bad mood today.

To the left is a picture C’Anna took of me scaling the wall to get my sunglasses back in Florence. I will do anything to get these back in my posession.