I don't say this quite enough, but thank you guys. Thank you for being there and listening and being super even when I'm crazy and absent and stressed. I am seriously blessed.
Last night I was pretty much useless about the whole thing. Basically, for the last couple months my car has been deteriorating in a hilarious fashion. The radio quit lighting up, the door handle on the driver's side BROKE OFF IN MY HAND, he did that terrible throttle-y thing, the works. In the last month, Esteban added to his already crowded repertoire a tendency to stall out first thing in the morning, or if not stall, then hesitate for about ten seconds or so when I pressed the gas pedal.
Yesterday I started him and he cheerfully rolled up the driveway, rolled down my street, rolled down the hill, all while i was FRANTICALLY PUMPING THE GAS PEDAL, trying to get him to kick into gear. I luckily have my mechanic at the bottom of the main drag my street comes off of, so I rolled him into the shop, and had my mom bring me to work.
The verdict is that Esteban has a weak cylinder that is due to blow up any time now. That was definitely emphasized, the "any time now". Apparently, like any minute! I was told to baby him like no other, check my oil daily, and don't drive anywhere I don't have to.
Natch, I flipped my business, and just sat there staring at LJ all "I guess I am a pioneer woman now. I go nowhere I cannot walk to. Where is my roller skates?" just blasically black screened.
And then giddygeek
started sending me craigslist links and then I remembered how you can get cars on the internet! That's where the owners sometimes live when they want to sell them!!
Anyways, my bff and I spent the entire day looking at cars and test driving things and arguing over whether I have the intelligence/coordination to drive standard (I don't) but the whole thing resulted in me falling for a lil Mitsubishi Mirage with a saucy interior and POWER WINDOWS.
Power windows, you guys! At one time in Esteban's life, his window was being held up by a pencil. You know how old people say, "I am tired of these fancy email/text messaging/computer gadgets, I just want a PHONE that makes PHONE CALLS!" Esteban was the equivalent of that phone. He went places, sometimes successfully. I am going to miss him dearly when I junk him.
However, if I do buy that minx of a Mirage, I will have all of the latest technological advances since 1955, and I am pretty excited about that.
All in all I am having a good day. Excellent (though still not fruitful) encounter with Hot Dunkin Donuts Guy, and I got asked out by a hot nineteen year old I only vaguely know, but said yes anyways.
My moods, yo! I must remember that there is a light to every fricken tunnel and cheddar goes splendidly with my whine.
I know Casey said no claiming on the Greek Challenge, but I am calling THE MOST DIBBIEST DIBS TO EVER DIB ON THIS ONE