the thin line between optimism and delusion…

I had an awesome post I wrote this morning – all about how my house is a wreck and my dog is dirty and the key to my car is broken (I have one key that works to unlock the car, and one key that will crank it up, but the one that cranks doesn’t unlock and the one that unlocks doesn’t crank, etc) but how my hair was clean and my nails are painted and my coffee was hot.  Oh, and how I like the singer Sara Bareilles. 

It even had cute pictures of me and Briscoe.  And I deleted it.  Because I’m an idiot. 

Sad.  I’m going to post the pictures in the morning. 

For now, I’m going to dinner with Caleb and Faris.  Yay mexican.  Yay Thursday night.  I feel like this week has lasted forever. 

Oh, and I’m experimenting with a new cookie recipe, get excited. 

I can’t remember the rest of the post.  GAH. 

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1.  My laptop power cord.  Briscoe chewed through it. 

2.  My laptop battery.  It died about three weeks before Briscoe destroyed the power cord. 

3.  So, pursuant to #1 and #2, my laptop.

4.  My car.  She  is worn out and getting fixed.  She is getting old.

Libby says I always have my bike.  Oh, and my cell works.  At least for the time being, even it the battery only stays alive for 30 minutes of talk time.  So be brief.   

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Last night I went to see a band composed of some of my friends.  And the band that opened for them were really loud.  I mean, I think the opening band was good, my band member friends like them – but they were a little louder than I can deal with.  But – I will say – loud bands in bars don’t bother me too much.  Bands are suppose to be loud. 

So I met this opening band later in the night – and they asked me what I thought:

Charlsie:  Nice to meet you, we were here for a couple of your songs. 
Band Member #1:  What did you think?
Charlsie:  Y’all were good, it was loud – I didn’t even realize my feet were vibrating until the music stopped and my feet stopped vibrating. 
Band Member #2:  (sincerely pleased) That is the nicest thing anyone has said to us all night!

So I can appreciate loud bar band music.  But there are some noises that drive me up the walls.  For instance, the guys who take care of the landscaping at my apartment complex.  I don’t understand what it is about my apartment complex that requires so much work to be done, but they are always working.  They are working at 8 in the morning.  And then the next day – they are hanging around at 5 in the afternoon.  I think they might actually live in the bushes.   I’m not sure, but I have a hunch they aren’t legal citizens of the US of A. 

Also, I really hate the construction trucks at school.  They are constantly backing up.  Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep. 

Oh, and whatever idiot likes to ring the victory bell on tuesday morning at 11, a time in which I am fairly confident the university has not just beaten anyone in anything.  STOP IT.  RING IT WHEN WE WIN SOMETHING. LEAVE IT ALONE OTHERWISE. 

In addition, I feel sure that there is another time more convenient for Carol to vacuum the law library than in the middle of the day during finals.  I appreciate the need for the vacuum, and finals do last a really long time, but early in the morning might be less disruptive for everyone.

AND – Right now I am not enjoying all the noise coming from downtown.  It is twilight, and it is only because I am planning on heading down there later and enjoying the festivities later that I’m being so calm about what sounds like the din of the fair. 

But what I can’t tolerate, is when they bring in the big wood chopper truck, and proceed to feed HUGE limbs of trees into the chopper at noon on north campus.  Wood choppers – which are just huge chainsaws in my opinion, are unacceptable.  And they ruin my lunch in the sunshine. 

Why am I telling you this?  Partially because I am the worst procrastinator in america, and partially because I want y’all to be glad that I’m not a crocodile. 

Or, the people making all the damn noise should be glad I’m not a crocodile.  Because, Brutus, he don’t care much for chainsaws, and all the racket that comes with them.  I want y’all to pay close attention to the fact that he made it up the tree.  The crocodile climbed the tree.  GAH!  This is the best news article I have read in months.

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Today’s events were both distressing and upsetting. My laptop, George, died (and/or is in a coma from which he may never awake). Because I care deeply for George, I got in my car and drove to augusta in order to have my dad’s computer people fix George (I didn’t feel comfortable taking him to strangers).

About halfway to Augusta, a funny thing happened. My battery light appeared on my dash. This distressed me a bit because I thought I might need gas before I got home, but I didn’t want to turn my car off if the battery was dead. I figured I would rather run out of gas close to augusta than have the battery die.

Then my power steering went out. This is scary. It is very difficult to turn the wheel of an SUV without the power steering, although it is easier when you are moving, much harder at slower speeds. My level of distress rose a bit, what if I needed to swerve? A quick glance at my cell phone told me that I couldn’t call anyone without service, so I might as well keep driving.

It was about half an hour before I was able to talk to the car people, and by this time I was on the interstate. They asked me if my car was overheated – and I realized that the temperature was at the top of the gage. The car man told me to pull over immediately, so I pulled off at the next exit and into a truck stop. He said my fan belt was probably broken and that driving with a broken fan belt will ruin an engine. He offered to call me a tow truck.

While waiting for the tow truck and for my mom I sat in my car and read my owners manual for my car. I learned in my owners manual that if your car is overheated (as mine was) that you should pull over and get out of the car and move away from the car, because the fluids in the engine could catch on fire and the car might explode. So I went inside to see if the truck stop sold sugar babies.

Tomorrow we will find out if my car is ruined and if George is going to ever wake up from his long sleep. I love you all.

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These make me feel better about my life.

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am sad and angry. My car is broken. It broke down in the middle of broad street today, directly in front of the holiday inn express. The only thing that even made this okay is that I was in the right lane. Otherwise, I think I might have started to cry. I am not a crier, I probably cry a few times a year at the most. But I was beyond frustration. I don’t like to break down. I don’t play around with how much gas is in my car, because I don’t like to give out of gas. If something is wrong with my car, I take it in to have it fixed. And this time was no different.

My car started acting crazy, and I took to the shop. I took it to the Mercedes people in athens. Now, let me preface this by saying that the mercedes people in Athens suck. I haven’t taken my car there in a long time because in the past I have had bad experiences. The men that work there like to talk to me like I am a dumb woman that doesn’t understand. I don’t trust them. I mean, I bought the stupid car from them, I think that they should be a little more friendly. I haven’t taken my car there in a long time because my warranty ran out and they aren’t nice to me. And to be fair, they have new people working in the service department now. Regardless, I have bad feelings, and my dad doesn’t trust them either. So when they charged me a bunch of money just to tell me what was wrong with it, my dad told me to bring to home and he would get Mike in Augusta to fix it.

Mike is an imports guy, and has been fixing my dad’s cars for years. Mercedes told me it was going to break down on me at some point, they didn’t know when. Well, Daddy took it home, and Mike fixed some stuff and looked at it every day for a week and told me that the other stuff didn’t matter. The check engine light kept coming on. I was in Augusta yesterday for an eye doctor’s appointment (a whole other story) and I had Mike look at it again. He said it wasn’t a big deal. Stuff that could be fixed, but stuff that wasn’t necessary. Something about the oil gauge that was wrong. I drive the car back the Athens today, and on the way back from Circuit City (powercord problems), the car completely stalls out. It is in permanent neutral. Neutral in reverse, and in all gears. No gears. In the middle of the road.

Luckily Cristina is with me, or I might have lost it. In Athens. I call Mike. Mike wants to come pick me up, until I tell him I am Athens. I call mercedes, they give me the number of a towing truck, I call the number, a women picks up the phone and hangs up on me. While I am calling these people a British dude comes out of the holiday inn express and wants to help. He wants to push my car. We try to explain to him that he can’t push it himself. He wants me to back it up on the sidewalk. He REALLY wants to help. Cristina and I REALLY want him to go away. He was trying really hard to be useful, but he didn’t know anything about America, and even though I do have a european brand car, my car was made in america.  I think he was bored.

Finally I call information and Barrett’s towing comes and gets me and the tow man is so nice and helpful, I could have hugged him. Katie was sweet enough to leave work and come get Cristina and me. First my computer, and now my car. Oh well, it could be something important. I’m just glad I was in an good mood today otherwise, or I really would have started crying, which would have rendered me even more useless.

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