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Jul. 13th, 2004 02:15 amWell, that took three hours longer than it should have.
Liz is a t00b. Bad things happen when she is away from her computer. For instance, she takes a wrong turn while leaving Trish's house, and instead of getting in I-74 West like she's supposed to, she ends up on I-65 North and she has no idea how. So, coming up with the mantra of, "Am fierce, smart, independent woman and I can find my way home with just this atlas!" she plans to follow I-65 North until she reaches I-80 at Chicago, which will take her to Moline and then Davenport and then home.
Then she makes an ungodly long excursion off the highway onto a six-laned road in a suburb of Chicago in search of a McDonalds so she could eat and runs a stoplight, nearly hits three cars, and fails to turn in a "right turn only" lane.
Then at approximately 8:30 she blows a tire and pulls over. She calls her mom, and mom and dad leave home immediately to come and get me. I spend the next hour in the car listening to "Dancing Through Life" in an attempt to make me happy and feeling semis whizz past me at 65+ miles an hour less than five feet away. An Illinois state trooper stopped and asked what the trouble was. I burst into tears and he is very sympathetic over the fact that I know nothing about cars and gives me a tissue. He starts to change the tire for me (yay) and my parents arrive. Tire gets changed and we have to jump the car because I killed the battery while wibbling and waiting for parents to arrive. Then we spend the next two hours on the backroadsbecause my dad is a freak because my dad is incredibly wise to avoid the construction on I-80.
This is why I should be chained to my computer except for alotted times.
I think my LJ needs a change in layout. And my paid account runs out in ten days. ::makes note to send check::
Liz is a t00b. Bad things happen when she is away from her computer. For instance, she takes a wrong turn while leaving Trish's house, and instead of getting in I-74 West like she's supposed to, she ends up on I-65 North and she has no idea how. So, coming up with the mantra of, "Am fierce, smart, independent woman and I can find my way home with just this atlas!" she plans to follow I-65 North until she reaches I-80 at Chicago, which will take her to Moline and then Davenport and then home.
Then she makes an ungodly long excursion off the highway onto a six-laned road in a suburb of Chicago in search of a McDonalds so she could eat and runs a stoplight, nearly hits three cars, and fails to turn in a "right turn only" lane.
Then at approximately 8:30 she blows a tire and pulls over. She calls her mom, and mom and dad leave home immediately to come and get me. I spend the next hour in the car listening to "Dancing Through Life" in an attempt to make me happy and feeling semis whizz past me at 65+ miles an hour less than five feet away. An Illinois state trooper stopped and asked what the trouble was. I burst into tears and he is very sympathetic over the fact that I know nothing about cars and gives me a tissue. He starts to change the tire for me (yay) and my parents arrive. Tire gets changed and we have to jump the car because I killed the battery while wibbling and waiting for parents to arrive. Then we spend the next two hours on the backroads
This is why I should be chained to my computer except for alotted times.
I think my LJ needs a change in layout. And my paid account runs out in ten days. ::makes note to send check::