...like having an officially inspected and stickered vehicle.

Finally.

One less thing for me to let myself panic about.

Now on to the rest of the world.

Also, it doesn't help that I had a nightmare, brief in its terror, about balancing my check book. No freaking joke.

Tags: cars, life, money

Mr. P is cracking up again. And this time, I think I might just let him go.

I just won't be able to replace him for about a month or so because I have to finish paying off the first six months of insurance, a quarterly loan payment, a monthly loan payment, and Boo's light came on when I was at Heather's. All of that before...what, the eighth of June. Awesome.

Completely doable, but still. Awesome.

Nothing else really going on. I do miss talking to all of you, but that will hopefully be rectified soonish.

Oh, and if I hadn't claimed Thor already [though I think I have] he's mine now because if this is true, yeah. That's call for a real awesome.

And Jamie? I finished your book.

Tags: cars, friends, life, loans, mr p, work

I thought I might talk a little about Boo.

I like my car, even though she smells like Greg still [not in a bad way, love] and I habitually refer to her as "Greg's car" when discussing an issue.

Like the check engine light.

Of all the silly things to go wrong in a car, I think a problem with the light itself is the most obnoxious. I took my car in to get inspected. I got a call that said, "Hey, we're basically done, but the light came on so we have to charge you 98 bucks plus whatever needs fixing to complete everything."

I don't know about anyone else, but that is a lot of money for me.

So I call Dad and he says to bring it home, he has a coworker who has a mechanic for a hubby who can lend us the machine that tells you what the engine light is on for.

Awesome, right?

Well, right. Ish.

Next day, I'm driving home from work and I look down--engine light on. Five/ten minutes later, I look again--engine light off.

Dumb thing has been off since, but I'm afraid to try again, you know?

So, Greg. Your car is insane.

Also, my insurance company is too--I paid for my own insurance, right? Well, come to actually sit and read my paperwork [shows you should do it constantly!], the ticket for my insurance is UNDER MY PARENT'S NAME.

AUGH.

On a alightly more triumphant note, I recieved my new PA title in the mail today.

Woo!

Oh, and Karla? I don't know if I mentioned this, but my car?

She's a malibu.

Tags: cars, life
Current Music: Whisper of the Heart

I have a car.

Officially.

Woot.

I'm almost a person!

Thank you Greg!

Tags: cars, friends, life

So, on the whole, today was kind of sucky.

It started out late.

I drove Boo, though I'm trying to avoid it as much as possible until everything is in my name.

Boss-lady was wired to the extreme first thing and had me do stupid things and then a box tried to beat me up--TWICE--and I got mad and kicked it which turned out to be a bad idea since it was filled with either journals or plates, either being a regretably solid substance for kicking.

My one coworker still bothers me--he always seems a bit off.

I snapped at my mother and upset her because I suck like that.

I was just out of whack all day and hit my elbow on things and blargh.

However, there are good things coming out of today:
Once insured, I can get everything with registration done at a place in town instead of driving out to Penndot--I think there might be a fee, but I'm sick of this grown up crap and cannot bring myself to care right now.
Boss and Asst. Boss were chatting in the breakroom [always worthwhile to listen in] and one brought up attending races while the other offered, "I've been to completely different drag races."

Seriously? I don't think I've convulsed that much in a long time.

Also, Nicole and I got ice cream. It made me feel a bit better, but I can feel my paranoia and general unbalanced nature kicking in, so I'm going to go think about friends who love me and hide away in my basement.

I want the pool to be open already, dernitall.

Tags: cars, friends, life, work

So, I got an update from a friend who is off in grad school this morning [as in I recieved an update this morning, he's been off in grad school for a while], and was thusly inspired to post about my life.
Recently I:
-failed at gift-giving, as Greg thwarted me by already having had the book I got him and now I must try to regain my standing through cleverness and...other stuff. We'll see what I can find that maybe he doesn't already have. Stupid birthday presents. Stupid Greg for being so aware of all things Pratchett. Stupid me for assuming otherwise [or just not thinking].
-gained +1 xp in driving as I have now successfully participated in a caravan to a friend's home--though idiots tried to cut me off.
-primed Jamie's living room and helped her sort through and alphabetize her and Rodney's movie collection of 154 films. Technically 153, as I have one right now.
-gave in to the power of books and purchased a BN membership [haven't had one for a long time].
-read the first of the Spiderwick Chronicles books, The Field Guide, and resolved to give in and purchase the rest at some point.
-have not done any writing and gain two negative life points there. Poo.
-have heard good things from two friends who are having some hard times [BK seems to be a tad more successful in job searching and has a working phone while Heather's grandma is home from the hospital with a pacemaker and a heart [insert something technical here] and feels much better].
-SAW ALESHIA AND WAS HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY.
-spent way too much money on crap food and need to stop. Another two negative points.
-almost put on two different shoes because I had to grab my stuff in the dark what with a sleeping roommate.
-peeled wallpaper with Gerg and listened to *chord* commen-TARY. *chord*
-did other stuff.
-realized that it is about time to go to work and I need to stop typing.
-decided that I really didn't want to stop and kept typing senseless things because I know my friends love me and tolerate such things.
-debated on a quote of the day and an icon for this post.
-realized I needed to clean my glasses and thusly chose to end this missive [does it really qualify? I just like the word.] so I could clean them.

Tags: books, cars, dr horrible, friends, life

Have you ever walked into a nice quite place at the end of your day and wanted to scream obscenities at the top of your lungs?

That's where I am right now. I want to scream obscenities. Partially because the jeep's power steering keeled over and died on my mom today which means I most likely will not be going to homecoming. Something I not only have been wanting desperately to do for a while but also something for which I asked off of three days that I kind of need money from. I suppose a plus is that, if I can't go, I can work Saturday and get those hours.

We'll see, right?

The worst part is that, in the frustration over the jeep, I snapped at my mother repeatedly. Partially I'm irritated that she doesn't know better than to just let me walk away and be mad, but mostly I'm mad that I can't keep my freaking mouth shut.

And that I have so many swear words floating around my head.

I might just go punch a wall...but if I ever use any of you as references for an apartment, you're not allowed to mention this.

[Oh, and mom's okay. There was no careening or screaming or death. Apparently there was just lots of smoke.]

Tags: angry, cars, family, friends, life, work

Yeah, I know you see that title and think "oh crap, what's Leslie pissing and moaning about today?" But, you know, I understand that. I'm okay with it. I would even understand if you didn't bother reading this entry, though I would probably be a little happier or feel somewhat vindicated if you did and were frustrated in sympathy...

So the day started out poorly. I went to bed late last night [after a Steeler's victory!], thinking that I would not have to get up early because I didn't work until one thirty. Unfortunately, momma woke me at eight to take her to work because Dad needed the camero. I was a bit groggy and unhappy, but rose anyway. So I take her to work and drop her off, with the understanding on my behalf that we were foregoing [spelling there?] Starbucks this morning and headed off to Wal*Mart where I purchased Iron Man. I got cut off twice within a minute, both times by the same freaking bus. I'm unhappy with the Cumberland County Transportation Department. Seriously. But I didn't get the bus number, so I can't call and complain.

After Wal*Mart, where my highlight was buying a new watch battery, I was disappointed by the shiney edition of Iron Man [I was holding out for the actual metal case, which will most likely be released in about a year's time just to spite me, the bastards.] and went home. I didn't get out of the car for a few minutes and was just about to do so when mom called looking for me and her coffee. I told her that I didn't think we were doing it this morning because I really cannot afford to spend money, you know, ever again, especially with the Htown trip and another bill joining the scene in December. She said she had money and that she and April needed coffee. Out of frustration and some amount of depression I just said okay and went for them. When I was leaving Michaels is when the stupid bus cut me off, first getting to the on ramp and then getting onto the highway.

At Starbucks, there were forty million people. I made my way in, waited, struggled to get the orders right and then grabbed the drinks and left. In the car, the freaking drinks keeled over, mom's specifically, because the drink tray is only about an inch and a half drink, which is a problem when three of four drinks are at least eight to nine inches tall. I swore. I went in, grabbed napkins and swore some more. On my way back to Michaels, I drove one-handed, holding up the drinks the entire way. Mom met me on the sidewalk and opened the door to grab the drinks and, wouldn't you know it? They fell over again. I swore again.

Thus far, the day was going very well.

It doesn't help that I am a naturally a bit unbalanced. It really doesn't help when I don't get enough sleep and am hormonal. So every little thing that was happening was just pushing me closer to freaking out. I get home, I storm in, kidn of yell at Grace and go ahead to bathe.

There is one nice thing about being an unbalanced person--generally, you can't say upset for very long. After my shower, I came out and talked with Jamie for a few minutes and, though I'm still not thrilled with life, I'm doing much better.

And now that I've had that rant, I'm going to return to Forbidden Kingdom commentary.

People, I know it isn't fair of me to demand you move to PA, so I won't. I just want hugs.

Tags: angry, cars, family, life, movies, wtf

Hey guys.

A few of you are talking cars. Most of you own cars.

I can't and don't.

Can you help me decide what car I shall use to change this since I'm inexperienced and suck at life and generally useless in the real world?

Pleeeeeeeeeeease?

Options--find a decent used car or let my mom be the one to get a newish car and inherit Mike, the Jeep.

Tags: cars, friends, life