June 30, 2005 @ 1:31 pm by sean
Yesterday. Oh yesterday.
I got up yesterday at 11:30. I needed to leave for work at 12. I did. I got less than a mile from my house, accelerated from a stop, and, GURUUGUURUGURURURUGURURUG. Then, ‘No God, please No.’ I knew I needed to change the oil and it was low, but I didn’t think it was that low. I called dad on my emergency cell phone, looked on the ground and saw oil. That’s the worst thing to see. Hung up, looked around the engine. Sparkplug un was sitting behind the engine. Hey, good thing! Just screw it back in. But wait. How does a spark plug leave the hole? It gets blown out. But wait, there are still threads on the spark plug, if it got blown out, the threads would be stripped. Either way, the police officer was waiting behind me to give me a ride home. He showed up and I was like, ‘Pig, drive me home.’ And he was like, hold on, let me write stuff down. So I was like, yous betta git outta da car, open da fuckin’ do, and let me in. Then turn on tha AC. And da siren. Take me to ma crib bitch. He mumbled sometin but when I showed him ma mack 10 on the side of ma hip, he shut it. So we rode to ma place, wit the windows down and some fat beats bumpin.’ He dropped me off and I said, Thanks bitch. He asked if there was anything else he could do for a brother?, I was like, Yea, go git me some fizzle from McDizzle an leave it in ma ride an go make sure nobody steals ma shit. An the glove compartments locked so is the trunk in da back, so don try an search ma shiznit. N fo real dog, yous ain’t ma brotha. Then I called Carley and then went to Romeo Auto Parts with my neighbors van. Then I came back to my house, Carley picked me up and took me to my car. That playa didn’t get me no food, musta been scerd. So then I tried to put the spark plug in. Two hours later, I determined the hole in the cylinder head was indeed stripped as I could put the plug in, and pull it out. The old plug was a Ford plug, my car is a GM. So it is quite possible the person who had the car before me did a bad tune up, cross threaded the hole, and over time the plug vibrated out. Either way, I have no drivable car. It was a certain blessing to have Carley with me the whole time. She talked about work and kept my mind off of how bad the situation with my car is.
Thanks GM, for making long lasting, durable cars.
Then Carley and I went to the Vrazo’s to hang out with Jillian. I got my first French lesson. All these years of hearing Americans attempt French accents has hurt me now that I try to learn French. I want to say things with that French accent. I did alright I think. It was fun either way.
Then I took Jillian’s car and picked up Alyson at youth group. Hung out there a little. Socialized. Talked with Jeff about getting his appendix out. That sucks. My dad got his out. Jeff and I are the same age. I’m scared. Jeff also got a speeding ticket a while ago. That leaves only Jillian and I as the only one’s left without getting pulled over and/or ticketed for speeding. I’m scared. I’m not sure which is worse, a speeding ticket, or an appendix removal.
Then we went back and hung out at the Vrazo’s for a while. Then we went to a house where Joel was at ’cause his friend was house sitting. They had a pool so we swam. It felt Great. Then I think this is where my mind left and tried to figure out what to do about my car, and I remained dreaming. The details are in a private xanga entry. So you get to read them if you’re me. Either it happened, or I’m still dreaming. One way or the other, it’s a good thing my car broke down. Had it not, I wouldn’t have gotten to hang out with Carley all day, and then the Vrazo’s, and then swim, and then…. So God was still good to me, regardless.
It certainly sucks my car broke down. I don’t think it will be worth the investment to fix it because a ten year old GM with 120,000 miles is never a good combination. It’s just going to fail again. But dad wants to fix it. I just got paid today for the first time. My bank account just swelled. And now it all goes to my car. No presents, no film, no, whatever else. I’ll still do what I can to get presents to people that I wanted to. I deserved it.
I did great driving Jillian’s car to pick up Alyson and back. And to the house and back. But on the way back to the Vrazo’s, I realized if I shift bad, I could ruin her car. And with my ruined car fresh in my mind, I lost confidence. So when we left their house to go back to the house to swim, I stalled three times at 1 stop sign. And again at the same intersection going back to the Vrazo’s. You can’t drive a stick without confidence. I had to drive my dad’s car to work today, and it’s a Rendezvous with almost no way to sufficiently check one’s blind spot. I hate driving it. I’m afraid to break it. Even though I did nothing to break my car, I know it’s going to cost a lot to fix it, now I have little confidence driving anyone else’s vehicle, for fear I will put them in the same situation I am in.
And I got wasted on Tuesday. But it was really just one drink with my family and I didn’t even feel anything. Does anyone who doesn’t get wasted make that same comment?
It sounds like a few people are coming up to the cottage on Saturday to celebrate my birthday. That makes me happy. You are all welcome to come. Give Jeff a ride if you can, I’m trying to figure out how to get him there ’cause he can’t drive.
The police officer was really nice actually. So my four run-ins with the police, all for broken down cars, non-working lights, or Carley locking her keys in her car, have all been good experiences. So ‘don’t quote me boy, I ain’t said shit.’
It seems no matter how old I get, my parents still treat me like the rebillious teenager I never was.
This car thing is getting really frustrating. I’m an adult now, I need to handle this like one. Something great that I’ve been waiting for for a long time happened last night, and I’m having a really difficult time enjoying it because most of my thoughts are directed at my car, and getting to work, and getting it towed, and getting it fixed, and paying the money to tow it, and paying the money that I just got paid to fix it, and I’m hungry, and I’m hot, and I’m tired. All I want is last night. None of this other stuff.
I really hope it can just be a helicoil. That would pretty much solve everything. If you may, would you pray for that? Or that if I really do need to replace the whole thing, that I can have a good attitude and be optomistic about taking care of this? I would appreciate it.