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May. 12th, 2002 02:30 amMy eyes are beginning to be more than a bit crossed and blurry.
Hey! Maybe it's from staring at the computer screen for the past few hours, making CD's for my mom for Mother's day? Perhaps, hmmm. Perhaps.
Just as an update, on Thursday I had taken the car do with what I will. The Wee One came over and our prime directive for the day was to head to my dad's house for pillaging of the Sanrio basement storage facility. Before any of this happened, I took a nap. I had had three hours of sleep and needed it desperately.
I woke up waaaay late, called Wee Ninja, and we started on our journey at about 3:30. Traffic was a major bitch in the ass (I never knew rush hour started at 3). We made it to my father's house at 4:30. Normally, this ride only takes half an hour, at the most.
Arriving there, only to have to call my mom (she had left a message) that it was time to pick her up at the office. *sigh* Quick rush through my boxes, grab a few things I can hawk on eBay, then leave.
Whilst driving down 42, I started to put my window up as it was getting chilly. BZZZZTTTT KRRRAAAANG! Loud sounds are a surefire way of telling people that SOMETHING HAS GONE WRONG. I'm swerving in traffic, tugging at the window which is now stuck halfway in the door (and coming up at the wrong angle). I pull over, Wee One finds my hazard lights for me (I'm such a dolt), and I tug some more at the window.
No dice.
It's /fucked./ And I don't want to twat with it anymore, for fear that it's going to shatter on me.
The rest of the drive is performed with a completely open window and a shivering, damp me.
Needless to say, thee mother was irritated. Just not at me. It was understood that I wasn't hanging out the window with fifteen baboons and a crackpipe, flashing my tits at anybody with a WOW sticker on their SUV. We take the car to the car doctor, who is absolutely no help whatsoever (and who wants seventy dollars just to LOOK at the damn thing and for us to leave it overnight). Nope. No can do. The drive home is conducted in silence. Afterwards, we ghetto patch the window with a trashbag and duct tape. Wee Ninja and I head out for pillaging and rocking.
The night before, we pillaged St.Mary's (read her entry for the story), so this evening, we were a bit more low key.
Friday, I'm to go with my mother to the car dealership, so they can attend to the car (different place than the car doctor), then take the car for my own desires. I wake up with a nasty sinus headache, so I bail out of this. The day goes by, I putz around the house in my Cheshire Cat pajamas. She comes home after six, glaring at me.
"I want you to see something."
I'm drug outside (still in my freaking pajamas) to see...a brand new car in our parking spot.
Eh?!?
Apparently, it would have cost more money than God has to fix the stupid window. So, she traded it in for a new one. 2002 Chevy Malibu. I'm not one for new cars, but this one is keen. White. With power everything. Much happiness. Though this one has a CD player instead of a tape deck (hence the idea of CD's for a Mother's Day present).
I got to drive it today. *beam* It's sweet as silk. Handles so nice, I can't even feel it. Of course, I was appropriately less lead footed with her in the car. I can't wait to take it out on my own, though. ;)
Hey! Maybe it's from staring at the computer screen for the past few hours, making CD's for my mom for Mother's day? Perhaps, hmmm. Perhaps.
Just as an update, on Thursday I had taken the car do with what I will. The Wee One came over and our prime directive for the day was to head to my dad's house for pillaging of the Sanrio basement storage facility. Before any of this happened, I took a nap. I had had three hours of sleep and needed it desperately.
I woke up waaaay late, called Wee Ninja, and we started on our journey at about 3:30. Traffic was a major bitch in the ass (I never knew rush hour started at 3). We made it to my father's house at 4:30. Normally, this ride only takes half an hour, at the most.
Arriving there, only to have to call my mom (she had left a message) that it was time to pick her up at the office. *sigh* Quick rush through my boxes, grab a few things I can hawk on eBay, then leave.
Whilst driving down 42, I started to put my window up as it was getting chilly. BZZZZTTTT KRRRAAAANG! Loud sounds are a surefire way of telling people that SOMETHING HAS GONE WRONG. I'm swerving in traffic, tugging at the window which is now stuck halfway in the door (and coming up at the wrong angle). I pull over, Wee One finds my hazard lights for me (I'm such a dolt), and I tug some more at the window.
No dice.
It's /fucked./ And I don't want to twat with it anymore, for fear that it's going to shatter on me.
The rest of the drive is performed with a completely open window and a shivering, damp me.
Needless to say, thee mother was irritated. Just not at me. It was understood that I wasn't hanging out the window with fifteen baboons and a crackpipe, flashing my tits at anybody with a WOW sticker on their SUV. We take the car to the car doctor, who is absolutely no help whatsoever (and who wants seventy dollars just to LOOK at the damn thing and for us to leave it overnight). Nope. No can do. The drive home is conducted in silence. Afterwards, we ghetto patch the window with a trashbag and duct tape. Wee Ninja and I head out for pillaging and rocking.
The night before, we pillaged St.Mary's (read her entry for the story), so this evening, we were a bit more low key.
Friday, I'm to go with my mother to the car dealership, so they can attend to the car (different place than the car doctor), then take the car for my own desires. I wake up with a nasty sinus headache, so I bail out of this. The day goes by, I putz around the house in my Cheshire Cat pajamas. She comes home after six, glaring at me.
"I want you to see something."
I'm drug outside (still in my freaking pajamas) to see...a brand new car in our parking spot.
Eh?!?
Apparently, it would have cost more money than God has to fix the stupid window. So, she traded it in for a new one. 2002 Chevy Malibu. I'm not one for new cars, but this one is keen. White. With power everything. Much happiness. Though this one has a CD player instead of a tape deck (hence the idea of CD's for a Mother's Day present).
I got to drive it today. *beam* It's sweet as silk. Handles so nice, I can't even feel it. Of course, I was appropriately less lead footed with her in the car. I can't wait to take it out on my own, though. ;)
