March 30, 2007

Simply put, if a laptop does not have a Backdoor Trojan Virus Wormy thingy on it, it can definitely be 100% better than a desktop. I have that thingy on mine by the way, so if any of you reading this knows how to get rid of one of those… shoot me an email would you? Thanks.
I’m sitting here in the school parking lot at almost 11pm waiting on Dustin to get back from a Banquet for ROTC. What’s even worse is that the little store that I would call a Quick Stop, is closed. It apparently closes at 10 and the other little tiny shops on the way over here close at like… DUSK. Sometimes living here grates on my nerves, especially when I am out of cigarettes and dying for something to drink. Now when Dustin gets off this bus that was supposed to be here a half an hour ago, I have to run into town which is another twenty minute drive on top of the forty five minute drive I have ahead of me… with. No. cigarettes. This sucks! So, I figured I would keep my fingers busy and write an entry to put up when I get home. Aren’t you lucky? Stop throwing those eggs please. Thanks.
VA? Big old goose egg. They apparently messed up again.. So, back to one more month. If you decide to join the Army… Don’t get shot. Lesson for the day.
OK, last night I got too frustrated and, well... pissy, to continue writing. I figured I would finish up today after I calmed down a bit. That bus didn't get there until 12:30. 12:30! It was supposed to get there at 10:30. I was freaking. These kids are on a bus in the middle of the damned night, on windy roads, going up and down mountains with sheer dropoffs and they were two hours late. The things going through my head... it wasn't pretty. And the things I had ready to say to the driver/teacher... well they weren't pretty at all, I can assure you. So, when the bus comes around the corner, Finally, I was ready to jump out and start telling people off. Only, when it came to a stop and people started filing off, I realized that my son, the boy I was supposed to give a ride and another girl who's parents were also very pissily waiting, well, these kids weren't on the bus. The teacher approaches my car with a quizzical look and asks me what am I doing here? I in turn look at the now three headed oaf with my own look and asked him where the hell my kid was. Apparently, they let them off at the bottom of the mountain... 30 minutes away... well, just cause. Alone. After midnight. In the country. And the gas station they left them at was closed. What the fuck? I was so upset and worried that I simply flew out of the parking lot and started a frantic drive down the mountain with poor Laura telling me to calm down, there's nothing I could do. I am surprised the kid has her head left on her shoulders. But hey, she tried. I got to the gas station and there was a huge group of kids there that were drinking and carrying on... young adult kids... older... and all alone, on the other side of the parking lot, stands my boy and the young girl. Holy Hell, what kind of teacher leaves kids like that with no ride in sight? Dustin got off thinking it was the last stop the bus would be making, big mix-up and had to listen to me rip him a new one all the way home. I believe he knows what to do next time in that situation. And the teacher will be getting a call from me on Monday. Believe that! He wasn't there today. Slight reprieve from my wrath asshole... slight reprieve.
I get ready to run into town today and as I am putting on my makeup and fixing my hair, the cat is sitting at my feet.. well, actually she was sitting in between my feet... meowing frantically. As I walked out of the bathroom, she actually jerked up, did this little two legged run and wrapped her upper paws around my calf, trying to nip the back of my leg. I grabbed my purse and walked out of the house with her hot on my heels meowing her head off. As I pulled out of the driveway I looked up and there she is, sitting at the screen door, staring at me and meowing pitifully. She hates it when I leave the house and when I come home, she is a complete bitch for at least an hour. She refuses to sit with me, sits on Bills couch and looks at me hateful. Spoiled shitpot.