I went to Walfart yesterday and got a bunch of stuff. When I was paying for the stuff, this dweeb of a cashier started talking to me. I was buying this locked cash box type thing for the purpose of hiding certain things.
Cashier: Do you have a business or something?
Cashier: Then why do you need a fireproof safe?
Ade: (For my crack and dead baby skulls, you nosy douchebag) For... stuff.
I also got lots of toilet paper (a "torso of toilet paper," as Thom put it), and he slammed the pack down on the bag wheel thingy, it made a thunk, and he looked at the label (the brand name was something with the word "soft" in it), said, "Soft, eh?" and started laughing. I think at that point I was so tired that I found the guy amusing in sort of that sad, dumb way. Also, I hate the stupid parking lot at the Meadville Walfart. And I still want a turtle or something.
Last night, some of us went onto The Forbidden Floor (well, the attic, not the basement - we're only allowed to use half the floors in this house) to check out the ceiling leakage. I didn't see any dead bodies up there, but there were rooms and the place was really dilapidated and looked like the perfect setting for a horror movie. The roof was leaking, and it was raining really hard last night so water was dripping into two of the rooms. I didn't know the roof leaked when I lived in one of those rooms last year. Though that explains why I discovered that a pile of papers and stuff on the floor had mysteriously gotten wet and warped somehow. My room was safe though. Well, hopefully physical plant will fix the problem soon. Even though they don't really care about the house since they're tearing it down after this school year.
Last night I decided to lie down for a few minutes, and I ended up falling asleep. I woke up at 1 am, and Nick had put a blanket over me and turned the light out, so I just slept in my clothes. I really need to clean my room too. I worked on it a bit today, but there's still so much to be done. Weeeee!