So, Mt. St. Helen's erupted today, sometime around noon. I didn't notice. My grandmother called me about an hour later to ask how far away I was, but she didn't mention that the volcano had actually erupted. My father called a bit after, but I was in class. These two calls could've tipped me off to something being up, but I figured it was just my family being typically themselves and therefore a little behind the times. Ah well. No lava bubbling down the street, no foul.
Speaking of my family, my dad saw my stuff packed onto a truck and leave my former apartment today. In theory this means it's on its way to me, though for all I know it may be headed to a garbage heap, since my dad saw fit to get into an argument with the driver over $49. I'll find out in a week, I guess.
Oh, and it's unrelated but I don't want to forget: I was approached by a girl today while I was wandering around campus with a map, looking confused. She said "are you lost?" Obvious, really. I said "yes." She asked where I was going and I named the place. She frowned for a second and then said "I don't know where that is, but I do know that Wells Fargo is right there!" She pointed. "Who do you bank with?"
I was, to put it mildly, cross. I don't like people trying to sell me things at the best of times. I like it even less when it's under false pretenses, and I like it least of all when I clearly have more important things to be worried about. My response was short. "Fuck off, I need to get to class."
And that's it. I promise, next time I'll post something that requires some thought to write.