I guess I'll update this because I'm bored and it sure as hell beats doing anything remotely productive. I'm in a silly mood. Halfway to sugar high but leaning more towards lack of mental stimulation.
Today my Camry died. Again. Stupid, stupid, old car. I love it to death because of the rubber bumper and sidings and whatnot but it's old. And old things can suck. In the case of my car, it's old and sucks. It's not vintage, not antique, just old and crappy.
Here's the not too interesting story:
I was driving away from my house with the intent of heading out towards Pearlridge when I noticed my emergency brake light was on so I tried pushing it down (somethimes the myriad odds and ends I keep in the car jams it) but it was all the way down so I got all pissed at it. Next thing I notice was my battery light was on too so I swore and pulled into 7-11. Once there I stopped the car and started it again but the same lights went on so I called my dad. I call my dad a lot when it comes to the car; if I called my mom, she'd probably just tell me to call my dad anyway ... plus she doesn't answer her phone. He tells me that I should just drive it where ever I'm going (at this point my parents think I'm going to Starbucks ...) and he'll check it out when I get home.
So now I'm kind of hesitant if I should go to Pearlridge because it would be kind of hard to explain how I got out there ... but it doesn't matter because I ended up stalling out at Dennis's house. For the record, I stopped and started my car successfully, like, three times but the one time Dennis tried, it died. God damn.
The stupid car started doing the same thing it did at Bucca di Beppo (everything worked except the engine wouldn't start) so me and Dennis tried to jump it. Or rather, I stood far away so I wouldn't be a bother and Dennis jumped it. A few futile minutes later (after the car started making this staticy, ugly noise, I called my dad and then AAA.
AAA took forever and a day to get there but managed to jump my car. Yay. Then the guy leaves and when I try to move my car, it dies again. Fuck.
So I called AAA again and although the first AAA guy left a mere 5 minutes ago (if that), I have to wait another half hour for another truck. Pissed me off something awful.
This is getting long so now I'm going to write the remainder of the story in short, cave-person-esque format: Next guy showed up. Explained what happened. Tried jumping again. Doesn't work. Tried jumping again. Doesn't work. Horn works. Beep! Beep! Tried jumping yet again. Works! Guy starts getting papers to sign. Car dies. Stupid, old car. Call Dad. Dad say tow it home. Steer car in neutral to turn it around while Mr. AAA and Dennis push. Good fun. Got stuck in pothole. Tow home. Car dead.
Yes. That was a huge ass chunk of my day.
In other news, Jevon archived my stuff for a dollar. Jevon is cool!
10:53 p.m. - December 01, 2002
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