Miscellanious Crankiness: A List.

• I am scared to death of the GRE. I really am. I know I'll probably do pretty darn well on every part of the GRE except Algebra, which is annoying. I can feel the walls closing in when I think about it and I want to curl up and eat ice cream until it goes away.
• On a related note, the whole grad school thing has me freaked out. I know I'm smart enough to do it, but my GPA is not so hot, so why even apply? Sure, I have an awesome writing sample and I can get some killer letters of recommendation, but they'll take one look at my B- in stats and write me off immediately. Even if the program has nothing to do with statistics.
• I have too much crap and not enough space to put it in. When I moved back home, I did not think for one minute that I'd be there as long as I have. It's a weird situation that works well for all of us, but I'm often frustrated beyond reason that I don't remember what's in my boxes and that I have no idea where my muffin tins are and that I never bought flatware and that I have no place to display my beautiful music boxes or my collection of useless decorative tins or tiny shoes and then my dollhouse isn't finished and I can't work on it because where will I put it because the sewing room is already 80% full of my stuff and there's no room for ANYTHING ANYWHERE.
• I have something like 38 pairs of shoes. Some of which need to go in a plastic bin marked "costume shoes", but where will I put the bin? I do not know.
• I hate my bed. It is old and a little saggy, but I can't decide if I want a full or a twin bed when I buy a new one. I don't have room for a queen (I know it's only another few inches, but a few inches makes a lot of difference when you're wall-to-wall furniture) and I don't know if I can sleep on a twin, so I've avoided even thinking about buying a new one. Except when I go to Ikea or something and fall in love with half the stuff there. *insert eyeroll here*
• I got rear-ended on Saturday, and it's taken five stupid days to even get a claim filed, let alone get any response from the insured. I just want my bumper straightened out and it would be most convenient to have my car in the shop next week when I will have free access to two other cars at any given time. How hard can it be to return a phone call?! I ask you.
• There is no satellite receiver for the TV in the sewing room and I am bored with all my movies and I can't sew in a vacuum. I need some kind of background noise.
• I listened to the first two parts of The Count of Monte Cristo on my trip to visit Lisa in Tucson a few weeks ago, and then I found out that there is a third part that didn't fit on my MP3 player, so I am left HANGING with Albert and his stupid friend Franz in stupid Rome watching the stupid execution from the stupid vantage point of the stupid Count's carriage or whatever. Or maybe it was the stupid Countess being afraid of the Count at the stupid ballet during which every stupid person talked instead of watching the stupid thing.
• Pressed, thin-sliced, chicken loaf is nasty and I ate some for lunch because nothing else looked remotely appetizing. *hwarf*
• I just looked out the window at the cute little mallard couple keeping house in the fountain, only to see the Mrs. take off followed by the Mr, who didn't have enough clearance and hit the windows of the Hall of Flags and fall down. I am completely freaked out that he's dead and I can't cry at work or I will make a spectacle of myself. Now I have to go out there and see if he's alive because I can't handle something dying and leaving his mate all sad and alone.
  

I am not a fan of this week.