This Was Actually Taken From The Diary In My Computer Documents... Strange Isn't It?
It’s been such a long time since I’ve written a proper entry, hasn’t it? I kind of miss those old entries with me just writing and signing as A Chronic Insomniac. I would sit here and cry some more about it but what’s done is done and now it’s time to move on. Time to start new, bigger, better, and cooler than ever. I’ve actually been thinking on what to sign my name as this time. I might stick with A Chronic Insomniac or I could be creative and make up something; or… I have an ever better idea! Why don’t I sign my name as something new every entry-something that correlates with the main topic/expression of the entry.
I’ll make a decision later… right now I’m far too hungry to think about something trivial like that. Instead, I will sit and speak about the things that have un-folded in the time it took me to start my diary again. Well… where shall I begin? That’s quite the good question Stephanie (I’m still waiting for you to say it. Whatever….)
It (this whole madness) started when my father’s car started acting weird. He took it to the mechanic to diagnose the problem and possibly… (Fix it…?) That’s beside the point. The point is that said mechanic decided that the idle was revved up too high (when in actuality that’s how it’s supposed to be.) So after turning the idle down, the car got worse. It started stalling and giving up in the middle of the road, and when trying to start it… you’d get nothing. It wouldn’t even start! Said mechanic messed around with the car some more in a desperate attempt to fix it and make it drivable again. It didn’t work.
My dad only had two options. Get rid of the car or risk five hundred dollars and buy a carburetor which might not even be the problem. After a LONG time of deliberating, he finally made up his mind. He was going to get rid of the car. If that wasn’t enough… said mechanic continued to dissuade my dad in getting rid of the car. He told my dad that it would be easier and probably cheaper to spend the five hundred dollars but my father didn’t want to. We’re still in the process of sending the car to a junk-yard. This whole scenario has taken way too long if you ask me.
Since I don’t feel like getting into the gory details this whole story probably doesn’t sound that bad and probably just seems boring; I guess it depends on who you’re telling it to. Anyway… I will just leave you with the end result. After much drama, stress (etc.) my dad has bought a temporary car for a measly four hundred dollars. And think! This car was cheaper than the carburetor! What a deal! This temporary car will hold us over while my dad drives around and searches for a better car- something more permanent.
Since we found this new car, today we were forced to head on over to Motor Vehicle to do something with the title and renew the registration. I wasn’t exactly paying that much attention to what our main purpose of this trip was. I was far too busy picking out all the good-looking/hot-looking guys there to get their license. There were only a few, but that doesn’t matter. I was surprised that it didn’t take that long to do whatever we were there to do because usually it takes forever in that place. But we were done in forty-five minutes (TOPS) and we quickly got back into the car with Aunt Connie and drover over to my uncle’s house to pick up that temporary car I talked about earlier.
I’m pretty sure all this car stuff is done with and if so, I will go jump for joy. Now I will be able to assert my attention onto other things I have yet to do. Write some more, worry about school, worry about my social networking sites, write even more, worry even more, AND THEN… clean my room and such. Alright so, that list wasn’t in order. Obviously, my main priorities aren’t worrying… well… I would hope not.
For now… I will just sign “my name” as the date I finish the post and the time. Maybe… when I get more time, or become more creative, I will go back and change it. Maybe not, I’m really quite indecisive, aren’t I? Alright… I will now stop rambling and leave you to do more important tasks. Like helping me write the part for the story, letting me view my pictures, etc. Do a great job Zap… I know you can.
July 20, 2011 3:51pm
(SO INTERESTING RIGHT? KIDDING...)
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