creative writing and cars

Today, we had to re-type everyone's poems in creative writing so that they were in the same font and formated correctly for Kaliedescope. :( It took a while and was kinda boring. Scratch that. Very boring. But it's important for the class so....



Anyway, my dad had to take his suburban into the shop last night to get it looked at. Guess who's car he's using now to get to and from work?... That's right! Mine. I don't mind that much, but the reason I'm bringing this up is that I realized something. My car is in decent condition when it comes to the part where it has to run efficently. But, it's crappy when it comes to everything else inside the car. My door handle is broken so I have to role down the window to be able to close the door. Even when it's raining! And when there is snow on top of my car and I shut the door, all that freezing cold snow falls into my car and down my neck!! >:(

Plus, my radio is a piece of poop. I only can get it to work on clear skies and even then there's only a 50% chance I will get a radio station and not just fuzz. I have a cassette player and one, repeat ONE, cassette to play. so this week, while we've had all these rainy days, I've been repeatedly listening to that one old cassette my parents bought for me way back when the popular way to listen to music was the cassette tape. And that one cassette tape is Shania Twain Come On Over. Yes, people. I have had I Feel Like A Woman repeatedly playing in my mind for the past three days.

Then, we have the heating and air conditioning system. OMG! Spring days that are cold in the morning and warm during the day are the worst! It takes forever to get started on cold days. And even when I have it on full blast, I get to school of church with frozen hands. Then, when it starts to get warmer during the day and I 'turn it off,' it doesn't go off. There is a constant stream of air coming through my vents that is being warmed by my heating system. I have to roll down my windows so that I'm not roasting in the sweatshirt I wore that morning because I was freezing! But, sadly, that doesn't stop my heater from running, which uses the precious gas I put into the tank.

And the window paint that my sister had put on my car like three weeks ago, I just finally got that scrubbed off this past Eater Weekend. I didn't mind it that much until Thursday when driving to school and the paint gave me a surprise. I was in the outside lane of 22 going east and I wanted to get into the inside lane so that I could turn left on to the road to school. I looked into my rear view mirror and side mirror and put on my signal. I checked the mirrors again and finally looked over my should to my blind spot as I was about to go into the inside lane. I saw yellow and FREAKED!! I had a heartattack. Thoughts were running through my head, like if I hadn't looked to my blind spot, I would have hit this car in the inside lane and I would have gotten myself into my first car crash, or like I couldn't believe that I hadn't noticed that car before because I am constatly looking to see what cars are around me to avoid the very collision I had almost been a part of. These thoughts ran through my head in about two to three seconds. Right after I swerved back into the outside lane, I looked back over into the inside lane. No one there. The yellow spot I had thought was the headlights of another car was a stupid G my sister had written on the window. It went to the statement she had written 'GET GLAD!' How ironic because I was P.O.ed. So, that Saturday, I was outside with a bucket of warm soapy water and an old rag, scrubbing away at the paint plastered on my car. And it was COLD that afternoon because it had rained earlier that day.

Ok. I'm done rambling about stupid stuff. I'll blog some more later.