1. started with the waking up late (of course) combatted with throwing my outrageously tangly hair into a "somewhat" messy bun, yanking up my pants and while trying to brush my teeth and put some ounce of makeup on. This resulted with me, as I was yanking, running into the wall, trying hard not to scream mild obscenities because as a christian we don't use full on obscenities just casual mild ones such as dangit! shute shute shute!!! fuuuudddddgggeeeee-sickle all the while trying not to wake up my sleeping beauty roommates.
2. As I water the flowers near us by spitting my toothpaste out of my mouth while running to my car, I realize I had forgotten the biggest asset to my life.. my phone. Mistake 1 was not going back to get it but somehow in my mind I decided it would totally be fine, I mean 20 years ago people didnt have phones right? I could be independent, resourceful, who needs a phone?...
I Do.
3. 2 words: Coolant light on...
4. that was three words
5. No big deal... get it fixed after class-get back-hit the books-go to the conference tonight...
yea that didnt happen
6. 226 dollars and 4 hours later, Minor setbacks and yet I still felt like I could handle this.I put on my brave big girl panties, handed over my credit card, smiled bravely, and regretted my decision to not bring my phone once again.
DENIED
Um, sir that can't be possible..
DENIED
...
DENIED
facade evaporated, no phone, I tearfully ask to call my mom from Midas, accepting defeat.
mommycarlightcameonandididntknowwhattodoandibroughtithere
andnowthecreditcarddoesntworkandIamreallyscared
Yep, totally lost my Independence on that one. As the tears threatened to fall, she reassured me, told me what to do and slowly I began to gain my composure. 1 hour later, a now fixed car, I headed back to my apartment.
7. E
For anyone with a Car, with any Car knowledge, or have ever ridden in a car, know this is not good. For anyone that has lived with the pygmy's or transported from the 1700s E is Empty.. Empty is no Gas.. No gas is money that obviously I don't have.
by the time I got home, I had all of ten minutes to change and run to the meeting.
I cried and wailed for 9 minutes of it.
ask my roommates, pathetic. they will definitely tell you.
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