today, my car, which i have had for 3 days, decided it's not going to start!
i was practicing driving, and i was doing well, and then i stalled ONCE and then it wouldn't start again.
my stepdad says it sounds like the engine isn't getting any gas.
it also sounds like today was the worst day ever.
and it sounds like i'll be crying forever because my car has to spend the night in a parkinglot of a church, and tomorrow is wednesday and people go to church on wednesdays and they will probably spit on my car and break into it and steal all the stuff that isn't in there.
i think maybe my car hates me.
something hates me anyway.
the only good part of today was reading ghost stories from reid's british sam sent ghostbook. i especially liked the one about the mummified foot in a box.
HEY IF YOU KNOW HOW TO FIX CARS CALL ME OR SOMETHING AND FIX MY CAR PLEASE.
which reminds me, i also have no money to fix my car.