it starts when you're always afraid. step out of line, the men come and take you away.
So I feel ashamed to even be blogging. I know it's been almost a week since I have blogged, but I haven't read anyone else's blog. So it feels conceited to blog after having not read everyone's blog. *hangs head in shame*
Nailz and I had a blog-inspiring day, though. We ran some errands today after I got off of work. We were planning on going to the fabric store (I started sewing TenTen for the con, by the way) and then to the grocery store. Since it was warm today (30 degrees) we decided we might want to take our salt-covered cars to the wash. The problem about this time of year is that whenever it gets warm enough where the car washes can actually be open, everyone and their dog goes to the car wash and the lines are
huge. The line at our particular favorite car wash were pretty long, so we decided to go to McDonald's first. We had already turned in to the McDonald's drive thru when we noticed that there was another car wash hidden behind a gas station near by--and it only had two cars in line. So I pull a U-turn out of the drive thru lane (almost getting hit by another car in the process) and drive through the back parking lot, which I thought would be connected to the parking lot of the gas station. But (as always), the two parking lots had a strip of grass and a curb to separating the two. (Why do they do that anyway? Just to hinder convenience, I'm positive.) Nailz says to me, "Look, some one just drove over the median thingy, you should too." It wasn't until I was going up the curb that she revealed to me she had been joking. Well, all for naught, as I was already half-way over the grass and had my front tires on the driveway to the car wash. Well, the dickhead in front of us (like I can say anyone is dickhead when I drive the way I do, but hey....) wouldn't pull up even a little (he had at least a car length of space between him and the car in front of him) so that I could get all the way onto the driveway. I could hear the hard snow ridge scraping really loudly on the underside of the passengerside of the car. Cringing, Nailz said we were going to get stuck if we didn't get further onto the driveway. She was absolutely correct. We got stuck. How ridiculous it must have looked to have a car (a Chevy Cavalier no less!) being pushed by a girl (thank you, Nailz), just so that they could cut across the grass to get to the car wash. What's really sad, is that we could've gone out of the parking lot in the first place, made three left turns in busy traffic and been in the car wash line faster than we actually got all four wheels onto the driveway. Then, it turns out you have to go inside and buy a ticket because the machine only takes codes. *rolls eyes* Good pushing work Nailz! Gambatte! *nice guy pose*
Otherwise, I think that is it. I know stuff has happened, but it all seems so trivial. I have shit-ton of links to post, but I am feeling too lazy at the moment. I am going to bed now (it is really early), as all my co-workers are sick. One has strep throat, the other has bronchitis and two others have the flu. Ick. I really hope I don't get any of it. *washes hands thoroughly then covers mouth and tries not to breathe*