mood: bemoaning music: 'three imaginary boys' by the cure

aw crap.

last night my car died.

i just had just gotten home and i was hungry. after a few minutes of searching around, i realized i didn't have very many options seeing as how wanted nourishment, but didn't want to apply myself to get it. it was 1215, so the first thought was 'in n out'; they don't close until 1am, and i'm lucky enough to have one fairly close to my house.

those readers who don't live in the desert region of the united states might not have a clue what this place is. let me assure you, it's worth making the trip at midnite to get a burger.

so anyway, i got the 'ok' from my drowsy, judgement-clouded parents (it was well past their bedtime) and grabbed my wallet and keys. as i walked non-chalantly to my classic '89 accord, i could only think good thoughts. i was combining late-night driving and a big juicy lettuce-covered burger.

so i turned the key.

it didn't even make a noise. actually, no, i'm lying. for a fraction of a second, it made the normal star-up noise. then after that it didn't make any noise. and the last noises, or 'dying gasps' as i like to call them, were like the electric heart-starter paddle thingys you see in every hospital related tv show. you know the noise they make when they are charging up? that whining-ish noise? yeah, that's what my car was doing.

it figures that something like this was bound to happen less than a week from the upcoming concert on friday and the start of school next tuesday. my dad says tonight a friend of his is coming to bring the needed part (apparently, it's the starter) and i will be carless no more.

other than that, everything is on the darker side of peachy.

---Goei---