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Alrite, so it's raining like crazy, and before it starts raining Jason starts walking home from his interview about 3 miiles away. And he's soaked. And at this point I need to walk to my car, which is pretty far away, because it's RIT and parking sucks and I've chosen today to wear my really thin white teeshirt. Wonderful choice. Got back to my car, they had given me a ticket because I still had my registration from when I lived in the dorms. Eh, it wasn't fun fighting that. Got myself a latte, got Jason a latte, went to go intercept him on his walk home.
So then I drove Jason back to his apartment to get changed, and we decided to go to Lori's (organic food market in Rochester), and we're about a block away from his apartment and I hear this noise that sounds like a soda can is dragging under my car. I pull over, Jason jumps out and says "oh, shit", which isn't something I want to hear. I look under the car, there's this completely rusty metal thing hanging down from my car, and I don't know what the hell it is because I don't know anything about cars. I called Vince, cause I didn't know what the hell to do, and luckily there was a Honda service center like, right down the street....
At this point, it's raining, I'm wet, and I just walked into the service center carrying this rusted metal piece of shit, and had the following conversation with the nice man:
me: alrite, what the hell is this and do I need it?
him: actually, what that is, is the heat shield for the catalytic converter.
me: yeah, okay, well, do i need to get another one of these things put back on?
him: around here, no, you don't need it. normally, people come in, they say they hear a rattling or something, and we just take it right off.
me: so would i ever need to get one put back on?
him: *chuckle* no, you'd only need it if you're going to move to california.
me: i'm moving there in 6 to 8 months.
him: oh. uhm. are you going to be driving in tall grass?
me: no.
him: then you don't need it.
He had this almost incredulous look on his face when I said I'm moving; more or less as if he was thinking "holy crap, people actually leave this place?" Hell yes, I'm leaving this place... this place sucks. Lori's was pretty decent though. I found it funny that they had tie-dye shirts, and even more amusing that they had teeny tiny tye-dyed onesies. Yay for hippies having hippie babies. I got some pirate's booty and yogurt and mocha almond granola. It's all quite tasty. I ran out of green tea today, which made me a tad sad, but it makes sense, considering I've been drinking about 50+ ounces of it a day. Tomorrow I'm hoping to go to the gym. Let's see if that pans out. I need to remember to bring my headphones to class, and take my iPod out of the car.
I need to try to find a way to fall asleep, because its been about four days since I've actually slept. I'm not exactly counting yesterday's NyQuil induced sleep, because it definately wasn't a rested one.
So then I drove Jason back to his apartment to get changed, and we decided to go to Lori's (organic food market in Rochester), and we're about a block away from his apartment and I hear this noise that sounds like a soda can is dragging under my car. I pull over, Jason jumps out and says "oh, shit", which isn't something I want to hear. I look under the car, there's this completely rusty metal thing hanging down from my car, and I don't know what the hell it is because I don't know anything about cars. I called Vince, cause I didn't know what the hell to do, and luckily there was a Honda service center like, right down the street....
At this point, it's raining, I'm wet, and I just walked into the service center carrying this rusted metal piece of shit, and had the following conversation with the nice man:
me: alrite, what the hell is this and do I need it?
him: actually, what that is, is the heat shield for the catalytic converter.
me: yeah, okay, well, do i need to get another one of these things put back on?
him: around here, no, you don't need it. normally, people come in, they say they hear a rattling or something, and we just take it right off.
me: so would i ever need to get one put back on?
him: *chuckle* no, you'd only need it if you're going to move to california.
me: i'm moving there in 6 to 8 months.
him: oh. uhm. are you going to be driving in tall grass?
me: no.
him: then you don't need it.
He had this almost incredulous look on his face when I said I'm moving; more or less as if he was thinking "holy crap, people actually leave this place?" Hell yes, I'm leaving this place... this place sucks. Lori's was pretty decent though. I found it funny that they had tie-dye shirts, and even more amusing that they had teeny tiny tye-dyed onesies. Yay for hippies having hippie babies. I got some pirate's booty and yogurt and mocha almond granola. It's all quite tasty. I ran out of green tea today, which made me a tad sad, but it makes sense, considering I've been drinking about 50+ ounces of it a day. Tomorrow I'm hoping to go to the gym. Let's see if that pans out. I need to remember to bring my headphones to class, and take my iPod out of the car.
I need to try to find a way to fall asleep, because its been about four days since I've actually slept. I'm not exactly counting yesterday's NyQuil induced sleep, because it definately wasn't a rested one.