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So shit. I just called mom to tell her that I won't be coming home this weekend, and she's like, disappointed. She didn't even sound that excited about me coming in the first place. So her disappointment surprised me.
Little did I know what was coming.
Then, she's like, "dude, you should find a way to get here. Look into the bus." And I said, "mom, it's not worth it. It's an eleven hour, $72 one-way trip. no way."
AND THEN, she says, "what if I paid for your one-way ticket, and then you drive the subaru back to montana?" WHAT THE FUCK????? Where did that come from??? Where did this newfound trust in me come from? Since when have I been a responsible car-caretaker?
I don't know what to do! The things I could do with a car here for a few weeks. On the other hand, what would I do with a car? Whit's had a car here the whole time, and we never take it anywhere. Also, it would save us gas money over spring break. Which, by the way, is going to be a serious party.
Holy cow.