*Big Sigh*
I got some bad news... and some good news.
First things first... the good news.
My car has been brought back from the dead and is up and running right now. My dad checked it and said that the engine looked okay but the oil was old so I have to get that checked soon. All it needed really was a jump and gas... then he asked me if my gas gauge was working to which I replied, "Yes... but I drove for half an hour when the little needle was on the red line once and the car didn't stop." I just knew my dad was cringing on the other side of the phone. That showed how ignorant I was and still am of car stuff. Just imagine when -- and I said WHEN not IF -- we have hover cars and they just stall... the consequences of having your car die would be A LOT more severe. Oh... and I guess I graduated from the University of Iowa... but never mind that...
...Now for the BAD news...
Yes, my car has been revived but is in critical condition right now. When ever I turn on the A/C, the radio, or just pretty much drive, it smells like gas. I initially thought that it was just because I was dealing with the gas when my car stopped... but it still smells strongly of it after a while. Not only that, but I filled it up on Monday so on Tuesday, when I went to work which is about 10 minutes away from where I live, it was full. Fast forward to Thursday, with no driving in between, and the needle went down to the third line... WTF? Either I'm losing gas or have to get my eyes checked because I'm reading the gas gauge wrong.
Speaking of eyes, I broke my glasses on the last day of classes. It was actually pretty stupid. I was sitting on the floor with my laptop because there was a spider the night before on the sofa... I'm deathly afraid of spiders, even tiny ones. So that's why I was sitting there. My eyes were tired so I took off my glasses and set them beside me with every intention of putting them right back on in a few seconds. However, the phone rang. It was pretty loud and gave me a good scare. I stood up immediately to answer it... but it was a telemarketer so I sat back down. That's when I noticed it. I had heard the "crunch" when I was walking to the phone, but it never dawned on me until I saw it, that the "crunch" were my glasses breaking under the weight of my sneaker clad feet... embarrassing.
I was tempted to tell someone who asked me "What happened to your glasses?" that I was saving a small child from a ninja. We were using all kinds of karate and ultimately his nunchucks hit my glasses -- not my face, because I'm just THAT good at dodging -- and knocked them straight off my nose. Anything but, "Oh... I crushed them whilst departing from my temporary work station to answer the phone". Not only is that explanation boring but it made it seem as though I had some sort of personal vendetta against my glasses and broke them because they had wronged me... or something. However, that would have been lying... and being the semi-good girl that I am, I couldn't do that.
Needless to say, I pretty much spent two weeks without glasses and I don't think that's a good idea, especially now that I have to take an ibuprofen almost everyday for the headaches I'm getting. They're not even that bad... I'm just a wuss.
Take all of this and add to it the fact that now I am officially out in the real world and no longer have an excuse to live at home. Well, not until I really get my car fixed, that is.
Wow... it looks like I have more bad news than good news. Maybe that's telling me something.
Either I'm a negative person... or bad stuff just happens to me.
P.S. The hinge on my laptop is still broke... but it works like a charm and plays Syberia just swell!
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