sylvie

so if you've been wondering where i was, i was in hell. i'm still kind of there. aside from hating my life and everything not in it last thursday was one of the worst days ever. possible out of my entire life it ranks in the top 5. you want to hear about it?
well it started out ok and then i left work for school. no, i don't ususally go to school on thurs. but i had to make up a class. well around exit 9 my car stars chugging a lil' and i try not to freak and just pat it a lil' and say everything will be ok. well about exit 10 my car just stops excelerating. weird. panic. and it won't go. so luckely i was able to pull off to the side of the road. it was rush hour. so, exactly under the exit 10 exit only sign is were i sit. "oh it will be ok, i'll just call a friend and AAA" oh wait! no i can't! b/c today was the day i forgot my cell phone at home. so i sit there for a minute thinking maybe a phone will just apear and it will be ok. so that didn't happen. so i get out of my car and try to flag someone down. everyone just moves in the other lane to avoid me. finally a nice lady stops and lets me use her phone. so i call jamie and tell him i think i ran out of oil and this is where i am and come help! so i say thank you and the nice lady leaves and i sit in my car. in the very cold car. seemed like forever and it was rush hour so it will take even longer before i'm saved. so then a lil' late amanda shows up. jamie called her, she was closer. we put oil in my car and it still doesn't start. fuck. we call AAA and wait in her car where it's warm and try to calm down her new studio cat "giganticon" i like to call him "glutious maximous". the tow truck guy comes! and he's cute! way cute. so he asks what happened and we tell him and try to look on the up of things and laugh and say i pry just need more window fluid or air in my tires. he agrees. so he tows me to pep boys (might as well call it fat man devil car place) and tell the fat guy tony in sales what happened... they can't look at it till saturday, that's fine. then he says "i don't mean to burst your bubble but you might want to start looking for new cars this weeknd, use your time wisely." mind you they hadn't even looked at the car yet! so i'm upset. give the fat stupid man my keys and get in the car with amanda. so we then went to the pet store for cat things. and on the way out i twisted my ankle. great. i get over it. ok this is gettin glong and i'm tired. amanda is soo aweomely nice enough to let me barow her car till mine is done. next morn. wait up and my ankle is killing, there is a ticket on the car, i'm late for work. so it turns out it was my fuil pump and all together it's 529.16 to fix and i even looked up prices on things so they arn't dicking me in the butt. i'm still sad and i need to find more money. i hope things get better. saturday allison tought me how to knit. i'm in her cult now.
to be continued...