the Dalaverse

...of my CAR. MY CAR has DIED.

It won't start. It's just sitting there in Guam not starting.

I know fucking nothing about cars, people. And this is a level of 'nothing' which depth is truly difficult to reach. I called my mother and she said "go look at the battery" and you know what? I had no fucking idea what the battery of my car looked like.

And then she says, "Well find some guys who know something about cars to help you." Yes, that would work except for the fact that I DON'T HAVE ANY FRIENDS TO ASK TO HELP ME WITH MY CAR.

::bursts into tears::

I IMed Kristen and begged for help, but she's at the barn -- when she gets back to me and if she doesn't know anything, I'll call the campus police and have them help. Somehow. Despite the fact that I don't know what's wrong with it.

Fucknuggets. Just....fucking hell. I'm in such an insanely bad mood right now, about to burst into hysterical tears.

Although I guess I should be thankful that I discovered this problem as I was about to go to the movies in Lex Park, rather than when I was about to go home for the weekend.

Thankful moment taken.

Still. GODDAMN YOU, CHEESE.