what to do.
other than two trips to the grocery store, i had not been out of the house since the last of may until tonight, when i went to...a fiesta? ...a concert? ...a celebration full of frolicking and merrymaking? no, the stadium band concert.
I NEED MY CAR BACK!!! well, actually, I NEED TO BE INSURED AGAIN!!!
i thought being a non-driver wouldn't matter because i'm only a mile away from a bus stop and i have a bike, but no, this sucks. even at school i'm not a transportation burden on anybody, but i come home, home, and i can't do anything. i feel like a freshman. a high school freshman. sucky.
my car is leaving the house for good sometime this week, which will stop me from making sad faces at it day and night, but it's a reminder that i won't sit behind the wheel of a car until i'm 21. or maybe later. or maybe never.
ugh! but i'm such a car person! i drool over jags. i can hear a '70s beamer from a block away. i check out chryslers when i should be checking out boys (for real! i caught myself doing it tonight). i can't become a mechanic because i'm a shallow car-person and don't actually care about any part of a car except its body (hence my love for my volvo despite the fact that it can't get up a hill, or can't be fully stopped at lights in case it should stall, or requires a quart of new oil a week. but it's so beautiful!) i suppose i won't care in a year. driving was such a short part of my life and i haven't given it much of a thought since i've been gone. maybe i won't come back next summer and it won't be an issue. or i could become lance armstrong.
I NEED MY CAR BACK!!! well, actually, I NEED TO BE INSURED AGAIN!!!
i thought being a non-driver wouldn't matter because i'm only a mile away from a bus stop and i have a bike, but no, this sucks. even at school i'm not a transportation burden on anybody, but i come home, home, and i can't do anything. i feel like a freshman. a high school freshman. sucky.
my car is leaving the house for good sometime this week, which will stop me from making sad faces at it day and night, but it's a reminder that i won't sit behind the wheel of a car until i'm 21. or maybe later. or maybe never.
ugh! but i'm such a car person! i drool over jags. i can hear a '70s beamer from a block away. i check out chryslers when i should be checking out boys (for real! i caught myself doing it tonight). i can't become a mechanic because i'm a shallow car-person and don't actually care about any part of a car except its body (hence my love for my volvo despite the fact that it can't get up a hill, or can't be fully stopped at lights in case it should stall, or requires a quart of new oil a week. but it's so beautiful!) i suppose i won't care in a year. driving was such a short part of my life and i haven't given it much of a thought since i've been gone. maybe i won't come back next summer and it won't be an issue. or i could become lance armstrong.