the Dalaverse

Subject title courtesy of some random guys in the parking lot. Although I think they're chasing it around now, so I find them way less cute.

Anyway, so, this morning my dad calls. At 8:45 a.m. On a Saturday morning. To a college campus. Naturally I whisper-scream all groggily into the phone, "Why the hell are you calling me this early in the morning?!" And he says, "Because you need to get up and start working on your car." So I hang up on him, and he calls again, and I pick the phone up and slam it down. This gets repeated twice more, before I finally pick it up long enough to shout, "Stop calling me!" and he explains that he has to give me Geico information and shit. Which would have been, y'know, a great thing to tell me when I asked why he was calling.

::mutters::

So then I trek out to Guam to try out his new plan, which is this: "Try jiggling the steering wheel." I shit you now, that was the whole thing. I wander over to my dead car, try jiggling the steering wheel, moving it up and down, nothing works. Damn car.

Kristen's boyfriend Mike says he'll jump-start it, but I need to find out if Kristen has jumper cables first because I don't. How could my parents possibly have let me go off to school without jumper cables?

Well, I have some news to add to the continuing saga of my dead Cheese -- it might even, dare I hope, be the anticlimactic climax of the whole sordid tale. I finally summoned the will to call security. Cop met me out at my car, attempted to jump-start my car. It took awhile but finally the engire turn over and the Cheese was wooing me with its weird ashmatic purr once again. I was told to leave it running for at least twenty minutes to get the batter juiced; when I inquired how long that juice would last, he said it would probably die again the next time I turned it off, if the battery was truly shot. However, if it had just died because I'd left a light on or something, it would probably be okay. So I get back in the car and find that one of the two tiny lights, separate from the overhead light, is on. Now I don't know if I left it on Sunday night (which is something I can't recall, but it's entirely possible) or managed to do it since, but if it's the former, my car should be fine. If not, Monday morning after Soc I'll get somebody to jump it again and drive to the Sears in California (the tiny Maryland town, not the state *snerk*) for a new battery.

Sigh. At least I will be reimbursed by the folks for a battery, since this is most definitely Not My Fault. I'm going to trundle back over to Guam tomorrow, or possibly tonight after the play if I feel motivated, to check if it's still working.

::crosses fingers:: Don't let me down, Cheese.

I'm all alone right now and I feel like a massive friendless loser.

Just thought I'd share.

Stupid me had the computer's clock set on December, so I have to backdate stuff now. Bleagh, that's annoying.

I love the girls to the right of us, Sarah and Michelle. Sarah's the one who sings Joni Mitchell and I just had a short conversation with Michelle, and they're both very sweet, and I feel slightly less lonely now.

My moods, they are mercurial.