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Hello today, please be boring.
Wednesday morning, I wake up, I'm running late, and I'm realizing that I have a really.sore.throat. I also cramp a lot and end up sleeping through my first class. No big deal, though. I take a nice three hour nap in the afternoon and go about my day.
Thursday morning, I wake up, and I'm running late, and I'm super congested and definitely dealing with allergies. But I get going, and I'm driving to school, and this woman pulls up next to me and is waving at me. At first, I'm bothered; I hate when people in other cars try to make contact with me. But she keeps waving, rolls down her window, and pulls up even with me. I rolled down my window to hear her.
"Your rear tire is flat!"
Enter goofy moment: "Oh, if I can drive these first four miles on the tire, then surely I can drive the next sixteen without a problem." *insert smart katie on shoulder* your tire is FLAT. that means your car may cease to steer properly. pull over now. *remove smart katie*
So I pull over, and my tire doesn't look too bad, but I call my dad and wait for him to come (thank goodness he had the day off!). By the time he arrives, my tire is thoroughly deflated and looks like chipmunk cheeks on the ground, and is distinctly undriveable.
So he drives me to school, I go to class, and go to catch the bus to Oxmoor Center, as my car is being repaired across the street. An hour and one pissed off bus driver later, I was at the shop, where they showed me no less than SIX TWO-INCH NAILS that had been in my tire.
An hour after that, I was in my car, and the belts were squeaky. Really squeaky. Scary squeaky. I drive to the honda place where I get maintenance done. They're booked; I can bring my car in next Saturday. I drive home. At this point, it's four o'clock, and I have missed my second class, and I can't bring myself to care.
So I get dressed up a bit and drive downtown to go to an event for some extra credit points that I need badly. I arrive near campus and realize I don't have time to take the bus from the stadium, and end up paying to park :P yuck. I get to the auditorium in the Speed Museum, and *achoo* they majorly need to clean and air out that room, because by the time I leave, the woman next to me is offering me tissues and half my hand sanitizer is gone.
I then proceed to Johanna's cross country banquet, since she ran the whole season (first time since sixth grade) and will be recognized by the coach.
A few tissues later and I was home, nine o'clock, and crazy relieved.
then I realized I hadn't done linguistics.
I felt like Arthur on the Magic School Bus: "I should've stayed home today."
Wednesday morning, I wake up, I'm running late, and I'm realizing that I have a really.sore.throat. I also cramp a lot and end up sleeping through my first class. No big deal, though. I take a nice three hour nap in the afternoon and go about my day.
Thursday morning, I wake up, and I'm running late, and I'm super congested and definitely dealing with allergies. But I get going, and I'm driving to school, and this woman pulls up next to me and is waving at me. At first, I'm bothered; I hate when people in other cars try to make contact with me. But she keeps waving, rolls down her window, and pulls up even with me. I rolled down my window to hear her.
"Your rear tire is flat!"
Enter goofy moment: "Oh, if I can drive these first four miles on the tire, then surely I can drive the next sixteen without a problem." *insert smart katie on shoulder* your tire is FLAT. that means your car may cease to steer properly. pull over now. *remove smart katie*
So I pull over, and my tire doesn't look too bad, but I call my dad and wait for him to come (thank goodness he had the day off!). By the time he arrives, my tire is thoroughly deflated and looks like chipmunk cheeks on the ground, and is distinctly undriveable.
So he drives me to school, I go to class, and go to catch the bus to Oxmoor Center, as my car is being repaired across the street. An hour and one pissed off bus driver later, I was at the shop, where they showed me no less than SIX TWO-INCH NAILS that had been in my tire.
An hour after that, I was in my car, and the belts were squeaky. Really squeaky. Scary squeaky. I drive to the honda place where I get maintenance done. They're booked; I can bring my car in next Saturday. I drive home. At this point, it's four o'clock, and I have missed my second class, and I can't bring myself to care.
So I get dressed up a bit and drive downtown to go to an event for some extra credit points that I need badly. I arrive near campus and realize I don't have time to take the bus from the stadium, and end up paying to park :P yuck. I get to the auditorium in the Speed Museum, and *achoo* they majorly need to clean and air out that room, because by the time I leave, the woman next to me is offering me tissues and half my hand sanitizer is gone.
I then proceed to Johanna's cross country banquet, since she ran the whole season (first time since sixth grade) and will be recognized by the coach.
A few tissues later and I was home, nine o'clock, and crazy relieved.
then I realized I hadn't done linguistics.
I felt like Arthur on the Magic School Bus: "I should've stayed home today."