hahaha.
Anyways, I'm in the mindset currently of being optimistic...you only live once! So this weekend I'm going car shopping, enough said. I've never owned a really nice car....I think I more than deserve one. My car is about to crap itself, I just have that gut feeling :X So maybe I'll actually find what I'm looking for, and get a lovely car payment (that won't be too exciting every month) but I NEED a dependable car. And I'm finally starting my main nursing classes this fall..which means clinicals..which means I can't miss because of a broken down car. Also, Jon will be home soon..which means almost every weekend I'll be driving to his home (almost 2 hours away) to see him. So yes, new car = a must. I dont care what anybody's opinions are on that one. duh.
Speaking of cars, hilarious story....the other day I totally fixed my car with an ice scraper...say what?! YES.
me.
blonde.
but fixed my car that wouldn't start...with an ice scraper.
SCORE.
So I had stopped at the gas station (to get a Monster..which I need to quit my bad habit of drinking that)
and when I got back in my car and turned the key, this is what I hear: "click......(silence)". so I tried about 2 more times. then I could feel my blood pressure sky-rocketing....and I sat there and was like SHIT.
Well last year, my starter had started to go out so sometimes my car would do this same thing, and I learned that if I hit the starter, that my car would start.,....so I was like maybe for some reason it's the starter again?
So I look around in my car for something that I can hit the starter with, and I found my ice scraper...
Mind you, I'm at this very busy gas station (parked right by the doors)...and I'm this blonde chick in dress pants/nice shirt..is popping her hood and going at it with an ice scraper...so I look and find the starter, and bang the shit out of it...then I get back into my car, turn the key..and it starts. So I go shut my hood..and the looks on all these peoples' faces = priceless.
One guy asked me if I worked on cars..I was like "nope, but I know enough.." and he was like "holy shit, i'd say....I just watched a blonde fix her car for real with an ice scraper"..and I just gave him the eh, whatever shrug...got in my car and took off.
So needless to say, I"m quite proud of myself...and I need to get my car either fixed...or SOLD.
p.s. I need a new blog design...suggestions/help?



