my baby love... got stuck on a rock... i need ya, oh how i need ya...
I want I want I want!!!
But I cannot afford for I must pay back the parentals for my car!
=(
Still, I am in love with my car.
Unfortch, I had car issues today.
IT GOT STUCK ON TOP OF A GIANT ROCK.
For those who don't know, I live out in the sticks. The local Mountain ranges and National park are LITERALLY about 5m from the front of our property. Trees - giant, old eucalyptus trees - regularly fall in our area. Today dad did an estimate that since we moved here (basicly, my whole life) 10 trees have fallen IN OUR PROPERTY ALONE. Two of the aforementioned trees have smashed through our roof, which has led the the pleasant experience of having a tarp instead of a ceiling. There are also plants, giant rocks, and native shrubbery EVERYWHERE. Plus, we're on a freakin' mountain side, so most visitors get stuck and end up futilely spinning their wheels through gravel and sliding down driveways (of all the houses on our street.
I didn't mean to go into a descriptory rant then... anyway. Basicly, I live pretty much on the precise border between suburbia and nature. Um... I felt like telling people that.
And because of reasons connected to this, it so came to be that the mid-section of my car's framework ended up perched pricariously over a big rock, wheels teetering on both ends like a see-saw.
I was not amused.
Nor pleased.
But my very kind next-door neighbour, plus my dad, eventually managed to fashion a kind of lever and ramp thing using bricks and planks of wood. And the jack in my car boot, of course. It took about an hour (an I missed the end of The Biggest Loser! *sarcasm* Oh no!) but my little baby car was resucued. Eventually.
It was a traumatic experience.
I had to go inside and eat apple pie and watch Desperate Housewives.
I felt a lot better knowing that even though I felt stupid for getting my car stuck on a rock, at least I wasn't as stupid as Desperate Housewives. Because C'MON. I mean, the first season was occasionally a little silly, but fantasticly drawn out and twistedly convoluted. And everything tied together in that wonderful way that a good mystery does. But now? LAME. JUST LAME. Idiotic and LAME. STUPID STUPID STUPID, stupid SCRIPT stupid CHARACTERISATION stupid PLOT "TWISTS". STUPID AND PREDICTABLE PLOT DEVICES. Gee! A body was found with all its' teeth pulled out! D'ya think the DENTIST might have done it? JESUS.
Um anyway. Desperate Housewives = Stupid, Me = Not as stupid as Desperate Housewives.
My car = my baby love.
She's so pretty and lovely and tiny and a chic grey colour.
You know... it's 12.15am and I have no idea where I'm going with this.
So in conclusion. Car good. Desperate Housewives bad. Car balancing on rock bad. Helpful family and neighbours very good. Oh and Queer As Folk good, but unavailable to me.
Lack of money bad.
But I cannot afford for I must pay back the parentals for my car!
=(
Still, I am in love with my car.
Unfortch, I had car issues today.
IT GOT STUCK ON TOP OF A GIANT ROCK.
For those who don't know, I live out in the sticks. The local Mountain ranges and National park are LITERALLY about 5m from the front of our property. Trees - giant, old eucalyptus trees - regularly fall in our area. Today dad did an estimate that since we moved here (basicly, my whole life) 10 trees have fallen IN OUR PROPERTY ALONE. Two of the aforementioned trees have smashed through our roof, which has led the the pleasant experience of having a tarp instead of a ceiling. There are also plants, giant rocks, and native shrubbery EVERYWHERE. Plus, we're on a freakin' mountain side, so most visitors get stuck and end up futilely spinning their wheels through gravel and sliding down driveways (of all the houses on our street.
I didn't mean to go into a descriptory rant then... anyway. Basicly, I live pretty much on the precise border between suburbia and nature. Um... I felt like telling people that.
And because of reasons connected to this, it so came to be that the mid-section of my car's framework ended up perched pricariously over a big rock, wheels teetering on both ends like a see-saw.
I was not amused.
Nor pleased.
But my very kind next-door neighbour, plus my dad, eventually managed to fashion a kind of lever and ramp thing using bricks and planks of wood. And the jack in my car boot, of course. It took about an hour (an I missed the end of The Biggest Loser! *sarcasm* Oh no!) but my little baby car was resucued. Eventually.
It was a traumatic experience.
I had to go inside and eat apple pie and watch Desperate Housewives.
I felt a lot better knowing that even though I felt stupid for getting my car stuck on a rock, at least I wasn't as stupid as Desperate Housewives. Because C'MON. I mean, the first season was occasionally a little silly, but fantasticly drawn out and twistedly convoluted. And everything tied together in that wonderful way that a good mystery does. But now? LAME. JUST LAME. Idiotic and LAME. STUPID STUPID STUPID, stupid SCRIPT stupid CHARACTERISATION stupid PLOT "TWISTS". STUPID AND PREDICTABLE PLOT DEVICES. Gee! A body was found with all its' teeth pulled out! D'ya think the DENTIST might have done it? JESUS.
Um anyway. Desperate Housewives = Stupid, Me = Not as stupid as Desperate Housewives.
My car = my baby love.
She's so pretty and lovely and tiny and a chic grey colour.
You know... it's 12.15am and I have no idea where I'm going with this.
So in conclusion. Car good. Desperate Housewives bad. Car balancing on rock bad. Helpful family and neighbours very good. Oh and Queer As Folk good, but unavailable to me.
Lack of money bad.