Yep, yep
Not even joking, when I'm sitting in my room, I don't wear pants anymore. It gets hot in my room, it's true, but also I spend most of my days walking around in a swimsuit. I used to wear shorts over the suit, but in the one-pieces, it's really just more comfortable to wear it all by itself. So when I get home, do I want to wear pants? NO.
In other news, my car stopped working yesterday, which made me very upset. It had been having some trouble starting for the past few days, but yesterday I come back from it after work, and tried unsuccessfully for about 10-15 minutes to get it to start. Also, I had a parking ticket (shakes fist at ann arbor meter maids). Anyway, I had to call AAA, and then the tow truck man got lost, and when he finally got there, I told him what the problem was, and he said, "why don't you try starting it now?" And it worked, and he got this smug look on his face, the chach. Then he told me that I shouldn't drive it to the dealership because "well, as long as it starts, you don't have to do anything, now do you?" which doesn't make a lot of sense unless I want to waste half an hour each time I want to start my car. He also told me to tap on the starter with the tire jack to get it to start, so I said, "Oh, that's an interesting idea. Where's the starter in here?" And he said, "On this vehicle? I don't know." And he looked all around my engine, and gave up with a very confused, yet still chachy look on his face. Poor excuse for a tow truck man. I must, though, give major props to my man Peter Pirotte, for following me to the dealership (once the car actually started) and then driving me back. And probably driving me back there again to pick it up (right, Peter?) He's a good friend!
And that's that. I'm going to go to bed, because I guard at 6:45 tomorrow, and without my car I will be biking up to the NCRB (grooooooan). I think I'm going to bed earlier than Ben! Out of control!
In other news, my car stopped working yesterday, which made me very upset. It had been having some trouble starting for the past few days, but yesterday I come back from it after work, and tried unsuccessfully for about 10-15 minutes to get it to start. Also, I had a parking ticket (shakes fist at ann arbor meter maids). Anyway, I had to call AAA, and then the tow truck man got lost, and when he finally got there, I told him what the problem was, and he said, "why don't you try starting it now?" And it worked, and he got this smug look on his face, the chach. Then he told me that I shouldn't drive it to the dealership because "well, as long as it starts, you don't have to do anything, now do you?" which doesn't make a lot of sense unless I want to waste half an hour each time I want to start my car. He also told me to tap on the starter with the tire jack to get it to start, so I said, "Oh, that's an interesting idea. Where's the starter in here?" And he said, "On this vehicle? I don't know." And he looked all around my engine, and gave up with a very confused, yet still chachy look on his face. Poor excuse for a tow truck man. I must, though, give major props to my man Peter Pirotte, for following me to the dealership (once the car actually started) and then driving me back. And probably driving me back there again to pick it up (right, Peter?) He's a good friend!
And that's that. I'm going to go to bed, because I guard at 6:45 tomorrow, and without my car I will be biking up to the NCRB (grooooooan). I think I'm going to bed earlier than Ben! Out of control!