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So, I'm on Spring break now, so I'm back at home (can't you just sense my enthusiasm?). The trip here, however, was QUITE eventful. Michelle's lesson of the day: IF SOMEONE IS SITTING IN A DITCH ON THE SIDE OF 70, DO NOT HONK AT THEM!!! Not only does honking do NOTHING to make the broken car work again, it makes the two girls sitting in the ditch to avoid the huge trucks that are hurdling past at tremendous speeds very pissed off. So here's the story. Tracy needed a ride home, so I picked her up at her sorority house, which was a story all in itself because I was quite rusty at driving my car and killed it several times. So we make it to 70 eventually, and my check engine light comes on, but cars do that sometime so I didn't think much of it. However I did decide to check my gauges and notice that it's overheating quite a bit, so we plan to try to make it to the next exit, but that didn't work out. We ended up two miles before Stuckey's Dairy Queen (which by the way is the only sign of inhabitation in the whole town) and I called Ivan (such a good boyfriend he is). We sat on a gravel road in a ditch for two hours, waiting for him. Since he was headed to St. Louis anyway, he picked us up, and then he took us to the DQ, where we called a tow truck, then we had some difficulties getting back to the car (don't ask why it was difficult, just take my word for it) the towtruck comes, it takes my car to Lord only knows where, I guess I'll call them later. We then head off. I left school at 12:30, I got home at 7:30, I live 3 hours away. You do the math. Yeah, so now I don't have a car here, and I gotta get to work. But I'll figure it out. Alright, that's it, I'm going to hang out with Mia and Amanda (who said that I should say she's the most beautiful girl in the world, but she's just trying to over-compensate for not having her own sorority). Post a comment in response: |
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