I changed my car battery today. The battery acid had caked the cable with such a thick layer that I couldn't put it on the new terminal all the way. It kind of worries me. I keep on imagining the cable falling off while I'm driving. Then I'd see myself flying through the air in a ridiculously Hollywood-esque car explosion.
After giving my baby a new battery, I took her to the car wash and cleaned her off. The windshield looked like it belonged in a paintball arena. Except all the paintballs were white. And they were actually bird poo. I also attempted to clean off a flyer for some club party that had melted itself onto the poor thing. Damn those people who walk around sticking those stupid flyers under your windshield wipers. The attempt was, unfortunately, unsuccessful. I think I'll try again tomorrow.
That is all for now. I think I'm going to make Italian food tomorrow.
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I was looking back on my previous entries, and I made a startling discovery -- my posts sound like a darker version of something from Carrie Bradshaw's column in Sex and the City. Sick, isn't it?
I need to make plans for summer. Plans plans plans plans plans. I need to be constructive in some form or way. What am I doing? :///
Cleaning sucks. My bathroom smells like chemicals, and I'm afraid that if I step in the shower, my feet will corrode from the gallons of bleach I just used.
On the other hand, I feel quite proud of myself for exposing Rio Nueces as the overpriced shack that it is to a would-be victim, a naive apartment-hunter, today.
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Today's been a pretty good day. In fact, I haven't had such a great day since I came to college. It feels like things are falling in place, for once.
YAY.
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