Seriously? Just... seriously?
Nov. 30th, 2010 12:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eirenicalSo... apparently, my life really is one of those "you had to be there" jokes. And I was there and I didn't find it funny, either.
1) Went to chorus. Didn't hit traffic. Yay.
2) Got out of chorus late. Barely had time to get my chai from B&N, but just squeaked in to get it. Double yay.
3) Did not have time to use the bathroom before they closed. Watch closely. This will be a significant issue later on.
4) Blew out my tire on the highway at full speed on the way home.
5) Noticed it damned quickly as this is now the sixth fucking flat tire I've had in 2 years. And it's never the same tire and it's never the same location. I don't get it.
5)a) "Damned quickly" is not fast enough when you're going *cough*55*cough* miles an hour on the highway.
6) Pulled over on the side of the highway to identify that yes, my right front tire is now flat as a pancake and to locate my insurance/roadside assistance card.
6)a) When outside the car, I notice that I kind of have to pee.
7) Fail to find either one. Curse muchly. Call parents.
8) Parents, rather than looking up the appropriate phone number and giving it to me, decide to drive to where I am to deliver it in person.
9) Dad and I proceed to fuss with my air pump and try to refill the tire. Notice that this is no slow leak, but is instead a massive fucking hole in the side of my tire. If I hadn't been so quick to slow down, I would have lost control of the car, spun out and caused a major pile-up on the highway. (This realization is the first thing to go right all evening.)
9)a) Back out in the cold again, I decide yep. I really kind of have to pee.
10) While calling the tow truck, notice mom having trouble. What kind of trouble? Massive fucking hang-up-on-the-tow-truck-and-call-911-NOW kind of asthma attack trouble.
11) Panic ensues. Ambulance takes fucking forever to arrive. Thank G-d it wasn't as bad an attack as it could have been or I'd be planning a funeral right now instead of posting about it on LiveJournal. Stupid fucking slow-ass ambulance.
12) Mom gets driven off to hospital, insists Dad stays with me. Really nice state trooper calls the tow truck for me. In the meantime, advises Dad and I to get out my spare tire.
13) Realize that spare tire is buried underneath about 100 lbs. of shit piled up in my trunk. Curse muchly again.
14) Finally unbury tire and fill it with air. Tow truck arrives. State trooper leaves. Nice tow truck man changes tire, advises that dad can get reimbursed for this from AAA. Second thing to go right all night.
15) By now, it's an hour and 15 minutes later and I really have to pee.
16) Dad drives mom's car to the hospital to be with mom. I drive home as ordered. Finally get to pee. O_O
17) Call mom's cell phone to leave a message that I'm home, get to hear her irritatedly telling me not to worry and to just go to sleep. Tell her to call me when they get home anyway. Accidentally tell her I have work due tomorrow that I'll be up doing anyway. Proceed to type this entry rather than doing said work. Realize I'm too damned scattered to do the work anyway and moreover... I kind of don't give a fuck.
18) Mom and Dad still not home yet. Kind of exhausted, yet wired at the same time. This is a really bad combo for doing homework of any kind. More cursing ensues.
Maybe I'll fic instead.
-.-;;;
2:28 AM -- Finally heard from mom. They're on their way home from the hospital now. Yeesh. She still kinda sounds like crap, but at least she sounds better than she did two hours ago. That's not saying much. -.-;;; I think I will now go crash.
1) Went to chorus. Didn't hit traffic. Yay.
2) Got out of chorus late. Barely had time to get my chai from B&N, but just squeaked in to get it. Double yay.
3) Did not have time to use the bathroom before they closed. Watch closely. This will be a significant issue later on.
4) Blew out my tire on the highway at full speed on the way home.
5) Noticed it damned quickly as this is now the sixth fucking flat tire I've had in 2 years. And it's never the same tire and it's never the same location. I don't get it.
5)a) "Damned quickly" is not fast enough when you're going *cough*55*cough* miles an hour on the highway.
6) Pulled over on the side of the highway to identify that yes, my right front tire is now flat as a pancake and to locate my insurance/roadside assistance card.
6)a) When outside the car, I notice that I kind of have to pee.
7) Fail to find either one. Curse muchly. Call parents.
8) Parents, rather than looking up the appropriate phone number and giving it to me, decide to drive to where I am to deliver it in person.
9) Dad and I proceed to fuss with my air pump and try to refill the tire. Notice that this is no slow leak, but is instead a massive fucking hole in the side of my tire. If I hadn't been so quick to slow down, I would have lost control of the car, spun out and caused a major pile-up on the highway. (This realization is the first thing to go right all evening.)
9)a) Back out in the cold again, I decide yep. I really kind of have to pee.
10) While calling the tow truck, notice mom having trouble. What kind of trouble? Massive fucking hang-up-on-the-tow-truck-and-call-911-NOW kind of asthma attack trouble.
11) Panic ensues. Ambulance takes fucking forever to arrive. Thank G-d it wasn't as bad an attack as it could have been or I'd be planning a funeral right now instead of posting about it on LiveJournal. Stupid fucking slow-ass ambulance.
12) Mom gets driven off to hospital, insists Dad stays with me. Really nice state trooper calls the tow truck for me. In the meantime, advises Dad and I to get out my spare tire.
13) Realize that spare tire is buried underneath about 100 lbs. of shit piled up in my trunk. Curse muchly again.
14) Finally unbury tire and fill it with air. Tow truck arrives. State trooper leaves. Nice tow truck man changes tire, advises that dad can get reimbursed for this from AAA. Second thing to go right all night.
15) By now, it's an hour and 15 minutes later and I really have to pee.
16) Dad drives mom's car to the hospital to be with mom. I drive home as ordered. Finally get to pee. O_O
17) Call mom's cell phone to leave a message that I'm home, get to hear her irritatedly telling me not to worry and to just go to sleep. Tell her to call me when they get home anyway. Accidentally tell her I have work due tomorrow that I'll be up doing anyway. Proceed to type this entry rather than doing said work. Realize I'm too damned scattered to do the work anyway and moreover... I kind of don't give a fuck.
18) Mom and Dad still not home yet. Kind of exhausted, yet wired at the same time. This is a really bad combo for doing homework of any kind. More cursing ensues.
Maybe I'll fic instead.
-.-;;;
2:28 AM -- Finally heard from mom. They're on their way home from the hospital now. Yeesh. She still kinda sounds like crap, but at least she sounds better than she did two hours ago. That's not saying much. -.-;;; I think I will now go crash.
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Date: 2010-11-30 05:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-30 06:17 am (UTC)*snugs* Thanks, though. I'll pass that along to Mom (who still hasn't called, damn it *worried frown*). I'm sure she'll appreciate it. ^_^
And tomorrow should be better. I get to tutor calculus. ^_^ And hopefully finish my NaNo project. ^_^ I'm not sure which excites me more. That should probably worry me. O_o;;;
*hugs* Thanks again, sweetie!
BTW... is it January, yet? *whine* Needaconcert.
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Date: 2010-11-30 09:36 pm (UTC)I hope you're mom is better now!