PISSY DAY
Ungodly day of days. What bullshit is this. So I had school today, right, and I get through it just fine, although I'm not thrilled to pieces about being there. I have to come up with a 5 minute prose piece to read for Thursday, so I'm slumming around all my friends' journals on here, trying to find the perfect piece to read for five minutes or so. Somehow, anything I come up with wouldn't be interesting enough. Oh well. I'm still on the lookout, so if anyone wants to offer up their interesting and fun journal entry, I'm all eyes and ears.
Anyway - back to my day of all days. I make it through school, and I get into my car. No problems, ready to head on home to shower and get ready for a hellish night of working with kids at the dance studio. Lord knows I have enough stuff to do before I get to work, or so I thought. It was FREEZING, to say the least when I got to my car, so when I started the car and it sputtered a bit, I didn't think much about it. I let it warm for a minute or two, and then began my trek through Oakland and Macomb Counties back to my humble home. I start jamming some kind of music for a moment, and then realize that I've forgotten to call Ashley back, so I dial her up and we chat for a second...she tells me she will call me back, so we hang up. That's when the problems began....
My car sputters again. At this time, I'm getting kinda nervous about it...me being 30 minutes from home, and work time rapidly approaching. Still, I don't freak yet. (Give me a minute). I relax a bit...thinking, maybe the car just needs to warm up a little more. So I pull onto M-59 and ding ding ding...oh yeah, the engine light flashes cheerfully at me three times before subsiding. DAMN IT, I think to myself. Now something is definitely wrong.
Okay, so this wouldn't be that big of a deal, but just two weeks before this, my left front tie rod broke, and I had get the car towed, (waited an hour for that) and ultimately, I dropped 250 dollars to get that stupid thing fixed. NOW was not the time for something ELSE to be happening to my car.
Come on...its a 2000 Neon, I take great care of it, wash it, wax it, oil change it, make sure all the fluids are full and good. I'm good to that stupid ass car! Additionally, how come NOTHING goes wrong when you have plenty of time for things to go wrong? All Christmas break, went smoothly, no problems, and then no sooner do I go back to school than my car breaks down twice in a row. ARGH.
Anyway - I'm poking along down the expressway, going oh, 60, my car sputtering and jerking like a carnival ride every now and then, just letting me know that its broken. I've got the steering wheel tight in both hands and then I start freaking out. At this point, I'm terrified I won't make it home, and every negative thought flows through my head...not making it to work....no car...blowing up....stalling and crashing on the expressway....waiting hours for a tow truck...no money...EVERYTHING went through my head.
Of course, at this point, I'm bawling my eyes out. I called my mom...."MOMMMMM(sob)now the stupid engine (sob) light on my car is flashing at me...I take such good care (sob) of my car...and my voice trails off. So I get off the phone with her, call work, make arrangements in case I don't make it there, and I continue to putts along the expressway...praying that I can exit without incident.
Of course, I put my hazards on, yet this dumb ass chick behind me in some old car decides she wants to ride up on my ass and sit with me in the freaking back seat, right. DUH, could she NOT see the hazard lights? Or, maybe the fact that I'm going barely 60 in a 65 would tell you something. What an idiot. I hate driving, and I hate drivers. How inconsiderate. Put your damn blinker on and go around me. Like I would really go that slow and use my hazards for no reason.
So FINALLY, 6 years later (more like 5 minutes), I come to the GLISTENING Mound Road exit. I never thought I would see that! I exit, and DING DING DING...there goes the damn engine light. AGAIN. So I'm crawling, practically, home, and my car is sputtering every few minutes.
Well finally, with much praying and pleading with someone up there, I made it back to my house, fully shaken up and freaking out. At this point, I have NO time to get ready for work, and no way to get there.
Ah...anyway...I took my dad's truck to work, and now I have to get up tomorrow at 6 am, on my "nothing to do day", and take the stupid car to the stupid dealership where I'm probably going to have to spend another stupid 250 dollars on the stupid thing.
AHHHHH
Anyway - back to my day of all days. I make it through school, and I get into my car. No problems, ready to head on home to shower and get ready for a hellish night of working with kids at the dance studio. Lord knows I have enough stuff to do before I get to work, or so I thought. It was FREEZING, to say the least when I got to my car, so when I started the car and it sputtered a bit, I didn't think much about it. I let it warm for a minute or two, and then began my trek through Oakland and Macomb Counties back to my humble home. I start jamming some kind of music for a moment, and then realize that I've forgotten to call Ashley back, so I dial her up and we chat for a second...she tells me she will call me back, so we hang up. That's when the problems began....
My car sputters again. At this time, I'm getting kinda nervous about it...me being 30 minutes from home, and work time rapidly approaching. Still, I don't freak yet. (Give me a minute). I relax a bit...thinking, maybe the car just needs to warm up a little more. So I pull onto M-59 and ding ding ding...oh yeah, the engine light flashes cheerfully at me three times before subsiding. DAMN IT, I think to myself. Now something is definitely wrong.
Okay, so this wouldn't be that big of a deal, but just two weeks before this, my left front tie rod broke, and I had get the car towed, (waited an hour for that) and ultimately, I dropped 250 dollars to get that stupid thing fixed. NOW was not the time for something ELSE to be happening to my car.
Come on...its a 2000 Neon, I take great care of it, wash it, wax it, oil change it, make sure all the fluids are full and good. I'm good to that stupid ass car! Additionally, how come NOTHING goes wrong when you have plenty of time for things to go wrong? All Christmas break, went smoothly, no problems, and then no sooner do I go back to school than my car breaks down twice in a row. ARGH.
Anyway - I'm poking along down the expressway, going oh, 60, my car sputtering and jerking like a carnival ride every now and then, just letting me know that its broken. I've got the steering wheel tight in both hands and then I start freaking out. At this point, I'm terrified I won't make it home, and every negative thought flows through my head...not making it to work....no car...blowing up....stalling and crashing on the expressway....waiting hours for a tow truck...no money...EVERYTHING went through my head.
Of course, at this point, I'm bawling my eyes out. I called my mom...."MOMMMMM(sob)now the stupid engine (sob) light on my car is flashing at me...I take such good care (sob) of my car...and my voice trails off. So I get off the phone with her, call work, make arrangements in case I don't make it there, and I continue to putts along the expressway...praying that I can exit without incident.
Of course, I put my hazards on, yet this dumb ass chick behind me in some old car decides she wants to ride up on my ass and sit with me in the freaking back seat, right. DUH, could she NOT see the hazard lights? Or, maybe the fact that I'm going barely 60 in a 65 would tell you something. What an idiot. I hate driving, and I hate drivers. How inconsiderate. Put your damn blinker on and go around me. Like I would really go that slow and use my hazards for no reason.
So FINALLY, 6 years later (more like 5 minutes), I come to the GLISTENING Mound Road exit. I never thought I would see that! I exit, and DING DING DING...there goes the damn engine light. AGAIN. So I'm crawling, practically, home, and my car is sputtering every few minutes.
Well finally, with much praying and pleading with someone up there, I made it back to my house, fully shaken up and freaking out. At this point, I have NO time to get ready for work, and no way to get there.
Ah...anyway...I took my dad's truck to work, and now I have to get up tomorrow at 6 am, on my "nothing to do day", and take the stupid car to the stupid dealership where I'm probably going to have to spend another stupid 250 dollars on the stupid thing.
AHHHHH