Stupid Daylight Saving Time, coming so much earlier, when I have work due in not 12 hours, but now 11 hours!

GRRRRR.

Stupid Bush and his Stupid Daylight Saving Time.

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So, we knew there were more mice in the kitchen past Maus and the Ratattas.

I just caught one, who will be D.M., for Damn Mouse.

He's in his little trap, trying to escape, he gets no food and no water, other than what's in the trap.

We're going to set him free tomorrow. I hope he doesn't escape from the trap, it seems flimsy.

Anyway.

I opened the sink to look in the paper towels, and mice have shredded the paper towels for nesting, and their pee has soaked into the paper towel, so the undersink area REEKS of mouse piss.

I found a paper towel to stick under D.M. so he doesn't get piss all over the counter, but sheesh.

This is getting ridiculous. :/

Maybe I'll catch another mouse in the other trap.

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So there was a surplus auction today.

I bought a box of junk found in rental cars, and a giant duffel bag.

The stuff in the rental cars... oh dear.

There's a nice coat, but I can't wear it, so I'm offering it to twyl0r's mum.

There's an OK jacket, but again, I can't wear it, so I'm offering it to twyl0r's mum.

There were five umbrellas, one is really nice.

Three pairs of sunglasses.

Numerous CDs, including a romance novel, a polymer chemistry tutorial?, and a bootlegged disney tunes cd. The one with people like Raven Simone singing.

A few eyeglass cases, a pair of prescrip eyeglasses, and some German eyeglass wipes, along with some toiletries and a razor bag, with an adapter in it. o.O

I got the box...

I was trying on the sunglasses, and pet0r started being bitchy about me trying them on, because "they weren't clean".

Firstly, it's my face. Secondly, it wasn't any different than trying them on in Wal-mart. He says people keep them on for four seconds in Wal-mart, but I've known people to wear them around the store to see how they like them, and then put them back. I'm sure they've been in lost/found/surplus long enough for any ickies on them to die.

Anyway. He asked me for an umbrella, since I have five, but the one that is large enough for him is the best one, and I'm keeping it for myself, because it's large enough for me and my boobs and my bags.

It doesn't help that he was bitchy earlier in the day. I pondered not giving him one at all.

I think I'm going to take the other four umbrellas, put them in a box by the door(s), and say "use for when it's raining and please put back".

But!

I forgot.

The best thing???

There was a pair of green panties in the bag from Victoria's Secret..... They're my size, too!

*snerk*

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So I was browsing teh intarwebs to see if/where I could buy a unmentionables in NJ.

There's a website that specializes in shiny bras, and they actually have physical store/shops. There's only four, so you'd think it'd be my luck that I'd never be near one.

Dave lives 10 minutes away from the shop.

So we went, and I bought unmentionables.

I wanted to try on pretties, but the pretty ones didn't fit all that well. The lady helping went on for about 10 minutes for one of them I was trying on, because she'd never seen it on anyone. She thought it was pretty.

It was, but it dug into my shoulders, so I didn't get the pretty one. :/

It snowed overnight, and on the way there, Dave went to take a corner, and his car slid into the curb. :/

I feel bad, because we wouldn't have gone had I not wanted to go to the bra shop.

:/

Now the seatbelts are stuck in Dave and I size, so pet0r can't ride in the front seat until Dave gets the seatbelt thing replaced.

I say he should send the bill to whoever is supposed to clean the road, because there is a point in the road where it's clean. Spotless. No. Fucking. Snow.

Then there's a line, where they haven't touched the road at all. The road coming off of it is spotless. After that? Snowy, Icy, and Yuck. It's been like that all day, even.

It's ridiculous.

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And when I do, I'm dropping out of school.

I'm tired of never knowing what the hell is going on.
I'm tired of everyone being annoyed with me for never knowing what the hell is going on.
I'm tired of going to useless classes with useless teachers, reading useless textbooks, and wasting my time doing assignments and studying things I have no clue how to do.

Of course, then everyone will leap to their feet, offer help, and claim that my asking questions doesn't annoy them. So they offer... words of "comfort".

Oh, I can ask them if I have any problems, they say.
Oh, it's ok, no one understands and we all agree the teachers are awful.
Oh, don't worry, there'll be a gajillion point curve at the end of the semester.

Of course, then there are the "helpful" hints.

You know, crazy stuff that doesn't help, like "start earlier". I could have started years ago, before I was even conceived, and I wouldn't be any further along than I am. Or "Take the hypotenuse of 547<3 and multiply it by the inverse square root of the cosine of 5 to the 72j power -e^(+-4pi3n)".

No, I'm not blaming them. I'm blaming myself for being so fucking stupid.

Shit, I might not even wait to win the lottery.

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So much work to do,

So much work I don't want to do.

I have to call home, but I have no time left on my phone.

Gotta go to walmart and get some.

Wonder how sales tax in NJ is...

We didn't win the lottery... but we're going to keep trying.

I won another dollar! Yay!

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