Friday, May 18, 2007

Today's stream of conciousness

Anything too stupid to be said is sung.
~ Voltaire
*in my head* Yeah, I guess that's true... *playing on the radio* I'm blue. I'm in need of a guy, da dee dee da dee di, I'm blue. If I were green I would die, da dee dee da dee di... those are not even the right lyrics to that song. Oh, well. I am in need of a guy- I mean what girl isn't when she runs into car trouble? Well, I guess a girl who is mechanically inclined isn't. Hmmm... maybe I should just take some classes in car mechanics - wait, that doesn't sound right. Makes it sound like a class on guys who are mechanics, instead of a class on what makes a car work (or not work as the case may be). *radio drones on* Nothing’s true and nothing’s right, so let me be alone tonight. Cause you can’t change the way I am. Are you strong enough to be my man? *back to my thoughts* feeling like there's theme here... actually, no... the last one was my fault (lyric reconstruction), besides, I just need a car. That's all. Is that too much to ask for?! Also, I need to figure out what to do with my poor baby, still sitting at the repair shop.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

What's a girl to do?!

Here's the dilemma...
On Monday, I sunk $600+ into my car (the radiator went, and it needed a couple of other things). On Tuesday, I drove 250 miles to work after visiting my family for the weekend, then my car broke down. I had it towed to a nearby shop (for another $105). Wednesday, I found out that it will cost approx. $800 to replace the fuel pump that apparently stopped working. The car is only worth $2,500 (when working). Do I get it fixed and sell it to try and recoup some of the money I put into it, or do I junk it and cut my losses? I'm leaning toward the former (at the moment), but what if something else goes wrong, or it ends up costing more than the estimated $800? I'm at a loss, and I hate making decisions. =(

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

I started singin’...

"Bye-bye, Miss American Pie."
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
this’ll be the day that I die."

I didn't exactly drive my Chevy to the Levee. I drove it through several states in 4.5 hours. I stopped at a gas station across the street from where I work, but my poor little Chevy wouldn't start again, so I left it there, went to work, and called a tow truck to come get it. =(

Isn't that a sad story?

She started singin' "this’ll be the day that I die..."