This morning I discovered that my truck's gas cap has been stolen. ...I discovered this AT THE GAS STATION. Of course, this was the day I begged my mom out of her Big Orange Ball card so I didn't have to pay cash, again, and therefore could fill the truck up.

So. No gas cap. All right, never had this happen before, wanting to kick whoever did it in the stomach, but fine. I call my mom, she says you need to get a new one, but you're late for school, so just fill it up and try to keep the cover as closed as possible.

'Cos, see, when my dad had the truck, HE BUSTED THE GAS LATCH. I can close it- but if I did, I'd never get it open again. Odd, my car is the most beat up of the three we have, and I haven't put a scratch on it. Well, except for the spot on the hand where I was bored and making little designs using my key, but that's...um...different. Right.

So fine. I put the card in, take it out, choose your gas, blah blah blah. I put the nozzle in, set it up to fill, and head off, 'cos

1) I am fucking paranoid about a lot of things, and chemicals are right up at the top of the list, just under insects, and

2) THIRSTEH. We have no soda at home, and no milk either, so I r been Chai-less for two weeks.

I get about three feet away when I hear this "*click* *CRACK* *thunk* *sppppppppssssspppp*"

The fucking thing fell out of the...the...whatever 's called. So, gritting my teeth, I put it back in, hold the handle... "*THUNK*" the handle goes back down. While I was holding it. Now, I'm not exactly the Governator, but I'm not a wimp, either. I should be able to HOLD A FUCKING GAS NOZZLE. Agh. So. I try again...again....again... and then give up and, 'cos, I lied, I am a wimp, I head to the little store-part, nearly in tears. I got the lady to come out and help me, and she did odd, mysterious things to the gas pump and then it gave me gas.

So. Yeah. This on the one day I've been late to school. Murphy? BITE ME.

Had a Spanish exam, missed on question (as in, couldn't answer it,) think I did fairly well on the rest. It's the damn personal pronouns that get me...I've never had occasion to use "Ellos" or whatever it was I missed. Arg.

Photos today, yay. I loff the creek.