So I'm driving home from school yesterday about the same as always. My air conditioner stopped working for a smidge, which was kinda of weird and uncomfortable, but bearable. Then it starts working again. Yay? Or not...
Car: *engine light comes on*
Me: What the crap?! Awww man, now I'll have to get it looked at AGAIN...
Car: *rattlerattle*
Me: Now what's that noise?
Car: *oil light comes on*
Me: ...Oil light? It can't be more than a month overdue on an oil change...
Car: *RATTLERATTLESHIVERRATTLE*
Me: This is not good.
Car: *smoke starts pouring from hood*
Me: DDDDD8
Thankfully, this all happened just as I was turning off the freeway, so I pulled like mad over into a gas station. Only to discover, well hey, my cell phone battery is dead! Joy. I spend almost three bucks on the pay phone trying to call people, only to get ahold of no one. After nearly half an hour of depression/panic, I finally work up the nerve to ask some strangers for a ride to the Ranch. They say yes, and coincidence of coincidences, it turns out they were Pepperdine students and had my dad for class! XD So that was a huge stroke of serendipity. (Is that the right word here?) Hung with my ever-loving friends at the Ranch until my dad came to pick me up, and now I'm driving the van to and from school.
So my car is completely busted. D: It can't get fixed until Tuesday at the latest, too, since Labor Day is tomorrow and the car care place will be closed. Also, depending on how much it costs to get fixed, there may be new car-buyage involved. Either way, it's going to be expensive and tiresome and arrrrrgh. DX
I suppose we'll know when we know what's wrong with it. It could be a belt snapped and started melting, since the heat here is absolutely ridiculous and I had my AC running. Then again, it IS just an old, often-used car that's more than past its prime.
As if this weren't the most of it, I was struggling with my Delorean model for many hours after class. After spending two hours fighting with making my UVs clean, I go back to my model and several polys in the back have just randomly collapsed in on themselves, meaning I have to rebuild crap and now my UVs are totally screwed up.
And then on the way home there was a horrible wreck involving trucks, something black and oily spilled all over the street, and the 101 being reduced down to one lane. D:
The moral of this story is, I HATE CARS, AND THEY HATE ME BACK.
Drawing: More figure drawing stuff today; some successful, some not.
Writing: Very little.
Car: *engine light comes on*
Me: What the crap?! Awww man, now I'll have to get it looked at AGAIN...
Car: *rattlerattle*
Me: Now what's that noise?
Car: *oil light comes on*
Me: ...Oil light? It can't be more than a month overdue on an oil change...
Car: *RATTLERATTLESHIVERRATTLE*
Me: This is not good.
Car: *smoke starts pouring from hood*
Me: DDDDD8
Thankfully, this all happened just as I was turning off the freeway, so I pulled like mad over into a gas station. Only to discover, well hey, my cell phone battery is dead! Joy. I spend almost three bucks on the pay phone trying to call people, only to get ahold of no one. After nearly half an hour of depression/panic, I finally work up the nerve to ask some strangers for a ride to the Ranch. They say yes, and coincidence of coincidences, it turns out they were Pepperdine students and had my dad for class! XD So that was a huge stroke of serendipity. (Is that the right word here?) Hung with my ever-loving friends at the Ranch until my dad came to pick me up, and now I'm driving the van to and from school.
So my car is completely busted. D: It can't get fixed until Tuesday at the latest, too, since Labor Day is tomorrow and the car care place will be closed. Also, depending on how much it costs to get fixed, there may be new car-buyage involved. Either way, it's going to be expensive and tiresome and arrrrrgh. DX
I suppose we'll know when we know what's wrong with it. It could be a belt snapped and started melting, since the heat here is absolutely ridiculous and I had my AC running. Then again, it IS just an old, often-used car that's more than past its prime.
As if this weren't the most of it, I was struggling with my Delorean model for many hours after class. After spending two hours fighting with making my UVs clean, I go back to my model and several polys in the back have just randomly collapsed in on themselves, meaning I have to rebuild crap and now my UVs are totally screwed up.
And then on the way home there was a horrible wreck involving trucks, something black and oily spilled all over the street, and the 101 being reduced down to one lane. D:
The moral of this story is, I HATE CARS, AND THEY HATE ME BACK.
Drawing: More figure drawing stuff today; some successful, some not.
Writing: Very little.
Current Music: Masuda Toshio - Kehai
Current Mood:
distressed

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