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Aug. 30th, 2006 | 08:45 am
mood: enragedenraged
music: Fergie - "London Bridge [Oh Snap]"

So, since there are things called miracles in this world (and we love, appreciate and enjoy them), I'm supposed to actually have a car to drive in Albany this year. Key word being: Supposed. My brother got a new car, so his old rinky dink car (Nissan something or another) from God knows when (it's probably older than I am) is available for the taking. Obviously, it's really old, and no one has driven it since my brother got his car 4 months ago (another phrase in parentheseses feels appropriate and trendy now but I've got nothing.) So yeah, I go back to school on Sunday so we went this morning to bring it in to the shop to make sure... it's safe and stuff. So I of course am driving this piece of crap and my brother is following me so he can drive me back from the mechanic. I've never driven this car before. It was acting really funny and slore-ish and if I tried to accelearate too hard, IT WOULD BRAKE. I got like no sleep last night and I was really tired AND WENT THE WRONG WAY. So, I realized the mistake and correct it and turn around, so at this point my brother is well ahead of me and isn't following me anymore. I press on the gas at one point AND THE EFFING THING STALLS. STALLS. I usually only associate myself with top of the line, new vehicles, so this was a new experience. AND IT'S RAINING OUT. I tried to restart it about 5 times and it wouldn't turn on. So, I call my brother and after taking way longer than I should have to explain where I was (See: Sleep, deprivation of - several sentences back), he came and got me and I drove his car. So yeah, there's better ways to spend your 730am mornings. Like sleeping. Or drinking cinnamon iced coffee. Maybe reading a book. Not stalling slore cars in the rain.

My first LJ cut! Thanks to Viks! I GUESS I KNOW WHO MY REAL FRIENDS ARE.

I have driven my dad at approximately 830am every day. And this is 4 years now. And before I, there were others. SINCE WHEN DO YOU DRIVE YOUR EFFING SELF TO THE EFFING TRAIN STATION! He goes "OKAY MATT" like he normally does EVERY MORNING so I come out of my room and this sneaky person is practically out the front door with the car keys. Bewildered, I go, "Do you have the keys?" AND HE LOOKS AT ME LIKE I HAVE THREE HEADS! He's all like, "Ohh.. I was going to drive myself. kthanks*" and I just look at this crazy person like: When have you ever done this before. True, he drove himself yesterday, but he had to work late and nobody was picking up his silly self after midnight at the train! So, back to the story, I say, WHY DID YOU SAY OKAY MATT! I mean, normal people might say, BYE, they might say, I'M TAKING THE CAR, they might say, GO BACK TO SLEEP. Of course he had no response. Then he was all like "Well.... if you REALLY want to drive me you can... it's okay... here.  I just like driving myself home"   FYI, THE TRAIN STATION IS 5 MINUTES AWAY.  How about you just GET OUT OF THE HOUSE AND JUST LEAVE AND GET OUT OF MY SIGHT. These mortals, I'm telling you... 

*Not really said but it really could have been.

I bring your attention to this:

Q. Ever in doubt?

ANDRE AGASSI: Plenty of doubt. Plenty of doubt. It was pretty bleak there in the middle of that third set. That was a big turnaround set.


That is all.

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from: randriantastic
date: Aug. 30th, 2006 02:56 pm (UTC)
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OMG, I've never had a stalled car that doesn't start. Big nightmare. New cars please.

WELL BLEAK IS A DELIGHT OF COURSE!

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