where would i be without my blackberry you ask? In hell. I would be in hell.
So I'm on the bus right now. Yes the 5 hour bus of doom that I thought I wouldn't have to take anymore since I got my car. But that only applies when the car you have isn't a flaming pile of shit.
Basically the car is very very dead. Like the engine is the only thing on the car that doesn't need to be replaced. My dad towed it home yesterday and I hitched a ride with him because I needed to sign some papers for HVCC (woo anatomy and physiology and physics!). My dad took the car to the garage he uses to see if he could get it fixed for less than the 2,800 dollar estimate monro gave him. If it's not cheaper he's gonna sell it. Either way you slice it I'm royally screwed because he isn't planning on getting me any mode of transportation anytime soon. He won't let me borrow the cadillac and he won't let my mom borrow it so that I can borrow her car.
So here I am on the bus waiting for it to start the trek up to ithaca.there's a lovely man with very long hair sitting next to me because I'm alone and there aren't anymore seats on the bus (correction, there are other seats but they all have one person in them. Apparntly I looked friendly enough to sit next to, more friendly than the little old lady across from me). My goals for this bus trip are as follows:
1. Don't kill self (only because I promised Yael I wouldn't)
2. Don't cry in front of anymore strangers (already did that in the bus terminal)
3. Don't get the syph (I'm on the bus I feel that's self explainitory)
4. Don't get seated next to drug dealers with a grudge (again self explainitory)
5. Don't get seated next to any black males...this may seem really bad but I'm 100% sure my fellow black goddess angelique (tee hee hee) will agree with me that it takes a whole lot of energy do deal with black men on the bus and eight now u'm just not in the mood. Like I'm liable to stab someone.
6. Finish Army Wives and maybe start re reading little earthquakes or one for the money (haven't decided yet)
I think that's it.
So in closing, life sucks and then you have to take the bus. At least I'm offically done with junior year (we don't need to discuss my anatomy final).
...I'm thinking tonight may be a good night for a cocktail.
<3
Basically the car is very very dead. Like the engine is the only thing on the car that doesn't need to be replaced. My dad towed it home yesterday and I hitched a ride with him because I needed to sign some papers for HVCC (woo anatomy and physiology and physics!). My dad took the car to the garage he uses to see if he could get it fixed for less than the 2,800 dollar estimate monro gave him. If it's not cheaper he's gonna sell it. Either way you slice it I'm royally screwed because he isn't planning on getting me any mode of transportation anytime soon. He won't let me borrow the cadillac and he won't let my mom borrow it so that I can borrow her car.
So here I am on the bus waiting for it to start the trek up to ithaca.there's a lovely man with very long hair sitting next to me because I'm alone and there aren't anymore seats on the bus (correction, there are other seats but they all have one person in them. Apparntly I looked friendly enough to sit next to, more friendly than the little old lady across from me). My goals for this bus trip are as follows:
1. Don't kill self (only because I promised Yael I wouldn't)
2. Don't cry in front of anymore strangers (already did that in the bus terminal)
3. Don't get the syph (I'm on the bus I feel that's self explainitory)
4. Don't get seated next to drug dealers with a grudge (again self explainitory)
5. Don't get seated next to any black males...this may seem really bad but I'm 100% sure my fellow black goddess angelique (tee hee hee) will agree with me that it takes a whole lot of energy do deal with black men on the bus and eight now u'm just not in the mood. Like I'm liable to stab someone.
6. Finish Army Wives and maybe start re reading little earthquakes or one for the money (haven't decided yet)
I think that's it.
So in closing, life sucks and then you have to take the bus. At least I'm offically done with junior year (we don't need to discuss my anatomy final).
...I'm thinking tonight may be a good night for a cocktail.
<3