Fairuza has emphyzema
Jan. 21st, 2003 09:17 amI was in the middle of a dream in which a man with perfect skin and softest lips kissed my eyelids and my cheeks. Just as he looked into me with fiery green eyes, we heard a screech, and he disappeared into nothing more than a grey vapor.
I gagged on his remnants, and woke to my alarm clock.
Get up, get ready, go go go!!!
Driving along, listening to Paul Harvey, I notice a strange smell in my car.
I get off rt.480 at Ridge Rd. - smoke starts rising from all sides of my car, and eventually, inside.
I gagged, and turned off the heater, hoping to stop the vents from allowing this to happen.
I contemplate this matter as I drive south toward school...do I take a risk of getting stuck at Tri-C, or do I try to make it home as my car continues to smoke?
I took a chance at getting home safely. The teachers can deal - I am good at making up work missed.
Left messages with teachers, on parents' phone - Dad knows a lot about cars, and is usually my hero in such events. I hope he is able to help me with this one. If not, hell, I don't even know what I am going to do. No fretting though, not yet. Three minute rule, you know.
I smell like my grandpa's old bike shop - smokey, like grease and soot and laboring hands on metal.
Nope, not wafting well at all.
unless you like grease monkeys.
I gagged on his remnants, and woke to my alarm clock.
Get up, get ready, go go go!!!
Driving along, listening to Paul Harvey, I notice a strange smell in my car.
I get off rt.480 at Ridge Rd. - smoke starts rising from all sides of my car, and eventually, inside.
I gagged, and turned off the heater, hoping to stop the vents from allowing this to happen.
I contemplate this matter as I drive south toward school...do I take a risk of getting stuck at Tri-C, or do I try to make it home as my car continues to smoke?
I took a chance at getting home safely. The teachers can deal - I am good at making up work missed.
Left messages with teachers, on parents' phone - Dad knows a lot about cars, and is usually my hero in such events. I hope he is able to help me with this one. If not, hell, I don't even know what I am going to do. No fretting though, not yet. Three minute rule, you know.
I smell like my grandpa's old bike shop - smokey, like grease and soot and laboring hands on metal.
Nope, not wafting well at all.
unless you like grease monkeys.
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Date: 2003-01-21 06:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-21 09:08 am (UTC)no subject
this day is so horrible right now. I wish we could have just met up and it would all be over and done with.
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Date: 2003-01-21 12:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Oh well...stress = diminished skills, I suppose
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Date: 2003-01-21 10:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-21 10:36 am (UTC)*sigh*
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Date: 2003-01-22 02:30 pm (UTC)Sucks a lot, but it could be worse, I guess.
*shrugs*
Thanks for the wisdom!~;)
You rawk!
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Date: 2003-01-21 04:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-22 02:32 pm (UTC)actually though, it seems more like the heater core than anything to do with the oil. I am about 1000 miles over the usual amount for an oil change, and I HAVE oil - unlike many girls, I do refill mine as needed.
I am smawt like dat yo.
~8D
See you Saturday?
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Date: 2003-01-22 03:58 pm (UTC)