Yesterday, I rolled out of bed all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed (read: exhausted and just wanting to go back to sleep) and plopped down in front of my Mac to start working, just like every other business day. Except, I couldn’t connect to AIM, my work email address, or my work support tool. Everything else seemed to be working though, which was kind of odd. Called my coworker; he said he wasn’t having any trouble, so it had to be on my end.

So I power-cycled my router.. and then couldn’t get to anything on the interwebs. Ok… pick up the phone and call Verizon. Half an hour later, somebody finally picks up the phone and informs me that they’re having outages and that it’ll be working again by the end of the day, get off my phone. Swell. So I packed up and went to a coffee show to hijack some wifi so I can, you know, do my job.

Over 24 hours later, my internet is still not working. I am not a happy camper, at all. I tried calling again this morning and got a busy signal. a;sldkfjgh.

So I’m at the coffee shop again. You know, being here just isn’t fun when I *have* to be. I want to go home!

The most annoying parts are: 1, there is NO INFORMATION ANYWHERE about what the hell is going on and why they haven’t fixed it yet, and 2, this is the second time in less than a month that my internet has been down for an extended period of time. Last time, they had a maintenance guy working on the hubs out on the street, and he unplugged my connection and plugged it back into the wrong slot. I called within 10 minutes of my internet dropping (and we know about the hub maintenance because my boyfriend saw the guy outside and asked what was going on) and it took them 7 hours to send somebody to fix it. It took him 2 minutes. You know, I’m pretty sure the guy that broke it in the first place was still there when I called, and yet I had no internet for my entire work day.

Verizon.. seriously? I kind of hate you. I expect to be prorated for these internet-less days.

Don’t even get me started on what I think of the cell phone they sold me and the issues I’ve had with my mobile services; then I’ll never stop.
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Update: 3:30pm 07/09/09

After spending an hour on the phone troubleshooting stuff, my ticket got escalated and all they figured out was that there was some weird DNS issue going on (which is what Vista’s network diagnostic has been saying all along) and they have no idea why. Somebody will call me “eventually”.

So I cheated and manually set my DNS configurations to “somewhere else” after I got off the phone, and now I have internet. No thanks to Verizon.

So those of you that keep up with my Twitter may have already picked up that I was in a small car accident late last week. It was between my boyfriends small car and a pickup. It was low speed, but I still got bounced in my seat, and am kind of miserable on and off. My back aches if I sit still too long and my legs hurt if I stand up too long. I’m in good condition though. My boyfriends car though… not so much He’s gotta get a new one. He’s been spending a lot of time looking at the Honda Fit, which I think is hideous but, well, it’s not my car so… /shrug.

His insurance agency has been really good though. I’ve had to talk to them a few times, and they’re covering my trip to the doctor to make sure that it’s just “normal” aches and pains (it is) and also my trips to the chiropractor, which is awesome. They put my boyfriend in a nice rental car, too.

So, I can now add “been in car accident” in my list of Things I’ve Done Before Dying

So on Wednesday the 17th, I got on an airplane to Los Angeles for a trip to visit my family.

I got in late Wednesday and then went to sleep. Thursday I did stuff that I have already forgotten about, mostly. I did stuff during the day then went out to dinner with a friend and my mom and my brother at Gardens of Taxco (yum. mega yum!) After dinner I went to my friend Alex’s house and had way more booze than I needed to with him and the kid I went to homecoming with my freshman year of high school and one of their other friends, then we decided to play Rock Band at 3 in the morning. It was great fun until I had to wake up on Friday and was all hung over.

So Friday I did lunch with my old work peeps (but could not eat cause I was hung over) and hung out with them for a while, then took a nap, then went to dinner with Hilary and Sonia Thom and Amber, which was great fun.

Saturday I… did…. stuff? Oh yeah, my family was over for the Christmas shindig and almost all of the family showed up. It was awesome. I love my family Then I found a yarn store and made a pair of fingerless mittens.

So, here’s the great part. Sunday I got all packed up and ready to go home and got a notice that said my flight was canceled. I was less than thrilled, sigh. So I went to the airport to find out when I could go home (cause nobody was answering the phones) and they couldn’t get me on a flight for 4 days. So my trip got doubles.

I’ve been just chilling around town with some people and killing time cause I’m stranded in LA. Supposedly I am supposed to be able to go home tomorrow.. I have to be at LAX at 5 in the morning, which sucks. I hate LAX. Burbank airport is WAAAAAY better. But if my flight actually gets out, I get to fly first class For no extra charge (besides being trapped in LA for an extra 3 and a half days and losing wages cause I don’t have that much vacation time [no worries, my uncle has my back on the lost wages]) even! Yay first class.

So cross your fingers that my flight gets out tomorrow. I love my family but I’ve had enough of Los Angeles and I want to go home now.

I don’t even really like snow. I’ve just had a bad couple of days.

I had Friday off, which one would think would be a good day… not so much.

I started the day by having a dream that I was at my Grandma’s house and we were having the family Christmas party, and nobody showed up. My first thought upon waking up was “...well that sucks. My family is supposed to love me and want to see me damn it!” It only went downhill from there.

I went to Home Depot to pick up a light bulb for my light fixture (I have the Fuga light from IKEA) and the stupid things are $7 each. I bought two so I could replace the dead one and have a spare for next time one dies. After that I went back home to play with Xoie but she wasn’t interested in me and only wanted to chew on her bone. Whatever dog.

I worked a little bit on a project I’m doing, then decided that I needed some shots of Downtown.. so I took a shower, put my dog in her room, and walked to the MAX stop. It started raining 2 minutes after I left my house and was pouring by the time I got off the train in Portland. So I couldn’t pull my camera out.. walked down to Eat Pizza and had some food and killed some time because Pod wasn’t gonna be off work for a little bit. Hopped on the MAX and headed over there, then couldn’t remember what floor he worked on.

Tried calling but he didn’t answer so I started wandering around the building. It’s fairly small and has lots of locked doors, so I didn’t get lost per say… but I did manage to find the only door to the stairwell that opens on my first try, only to find that the doors from that side are locked. I started panicking and each door I tried that was locked made the stairwell feel smaller. It really, really sucked. Sent a text to Pod telling him I was gonna die in the staircase then finally located an unlocked exit. It was scary

So then when it was time for us to leave, we got on the MAX, and then there was an annoucement saying they were going to delay the train… and then security walked up to me and asked me to get off the train. My eyes got all big and round and Pod was like “uhhhmmm…” and the security guy was like, “are you with her?” “yeah” “okay why don’t you step off too…” and so we got rained on while they figured out that I was not whoever they were looking for, and they let us back on the train, and everybody was staring at us.

So then I was all cold and wet and cranky and my hot chocolate didn’t come with whipped cream. Bleah.

I guess yesterday was sort of mostly okay except I had to work and I got in a fight with Pod and then I had to work today.

But hey, it’s snowing. I threw a snowball at my friend Sam and haven’t fallen on my ass yet so I guess it’s okay.

Being sick is lame. I think I am dying. My snot is yellow. My head is so stuffy that my EARS hurt. My face is leaky. I have a fever. My head hurts. My body hurts. I can’t breathe. I am sad.

This thing is going around the whole call center. We all sound terrible. We are miserable. Poor us.

Isn’t it summer?! Isn’t there some law against being sick in June?! If there’s not, there should be.

How is everybody else feeling?

a;sldkfjgh I hate people.

Totally just had a guy call, realize I was a girl, and hang up the phone.
Jackass.

I think this is gonna be a new award. People that need to just Die In A Fire. Haha

OH.MY.GOD. I am so tired of almost getting killed by people who are on their cell phones and not paying attention to what they’re doing.

Last night, some dude in an ugly beat up red Ford pickup was in front of me, chatting away on his cell phone. So, annoyance one: when the light turned green he didn’t notice until I politely honked at him. No real problem there, just a “rawr, move” feeling. So then he turns and I get in the lane next to him cause I don’t want to drive behind him too long. So we’re driving along, him in the left lane, me in the right lane… THEN HE TRIED TO CHANGE LANES, RIGHT ON TOP OF ME. Yes, that’s right folks, he was too busy talking to turn his head to the right to make sure that there’s nobody there. So, I hit the brakes and lay on the horn, and the bugger STILL doesn’t turn around. Nothing. No flinch, no “I’m sorry I almost smushed you” wave, he just keeps on changing lanes like nothing happened. GRRR.

A couple weeks ago I almost got hit by a lady who ran a red light while she was chatting on her phone. Yeah. I mean, not only was her light red, but there were cars in the intersection!! How retarded do you have to be to not notice that?! Srsly.

Ok, so I do admit to occasionally gabbing on my phone while I’m driving… but when I do that, I pay MORE attention than normal to my driving. I’ve never run a red light or stop sign because I was on the phone. I’ve never tried to change lanes on top of somebody already there. I don’t cut people off or try to smush myself in small places.

So, my beef isn’t really with people talking and driving… my beef is with people who DON’T PAY ATTENTION to what they are doing because they are on the phone. Though sometimes I wonder.. maybe these people are always terrible drivers. Who knows. All I know is that one day, the people like me who are actually able to talk on their phone while driving without being a hazard to other people will not be able to talk on the phone anymore. Damn the stupid people that ruined it for the rest of us!!

*rabble rabble*

So, tell me about the times people have tried to run you off the road, or stories about why you hate other drivers…

Of course I’d be sick when Tom is not here to take care of me Blargh.

I was sneezy and sniffly and congested all week and I thought it was my allergies acting up. But then they weren’t getting any better and this morning when I got up (after sleeping for 10 hours) I was still tired and my whole body hurt and I couldn’t breath and I had so much pressure in my head I thought I was going to pop.

So I sat in urgent care for a few hours and finally the doctor was like, “you have a sinus infection! have some antibiotics and get plenty of rest” so I went and got my medicine and now I am going to lay in bed, and it’s gonna suck getting up to get my own orange juice and food and stuff. And there was no shoulder for me to lay my head on in the waiting room.

I miss my Tom And not just cause I’m sick I missed him before that too.

So, I installed some updates last night, right?

Five minutes ago I went to play The Sims, and my DVD drive no longer exists. Uhm, WTF?!

So, I recently bought a new computer, and like the goober that I am, I didn’t notice that I had the option of having XP installed on it. So, I got a computer with Windows Vista. Now, let me say, Vista is very pretty. Very.

However.

My webcam is not compatible with it. Firefox crashes if I have too many tabs open. iTunes won’t run on it (it worked for about an hour, and crashed, and I haven’t been able to get it open since then). If I turn off User Access Control (which is the most ANNOYING thing on fricken earth, it asks if it’s ok to run something every single time I open a program that it doesn’t like), my software for syncing my cell phone doesn’t work. You have to reboot to turn that feature on and off by the way. It’s insanely slow. My music skips every time I open a full sized photo from my camera. And so on and so forth

I am, to say the least, annoyed.

Once again, haircut = bad. The bangs need about a third of an inch to be decent and my hair needs at least 4 inches before I’m happy. I’ve gotten mixed reviews. The ladies at work liked it. Daniel wasn’t sure about the bangs. Mike likes it. Tom’s reaction was, “oh god damn it, you cut your hair!” (not to say he doesn’t like it like this, but he *really* liked it before). Yeah, I know. It’s just hair, it grows back. I’m just going to chalk it up to being “The Summer ‘Do” and swear off cutting my hair for the rest of the year and it will be fabulous again in time for New Years or something.

So, as I previously mentioned, I had this fix-it ticket for not telling the CA DMV that I had moved. Ok, easy to fix, right? Yeah. I did the online change of address thing, and then I even got an Oregon drivers license. Easy-peasy. Except now, nobody wants to sign off my ticket. Uhm… yeah. The traffic officer at the police station wouldn’t do it, the Oregon DMV wouldn’t do it (ok so that one made me mad, cause the lady I talked to at the court said that the OR DMV would sign off on it when I got my license. grrrr!)... so Portland is a good 400 miles away from the court I’m supposed to show up at.

So at this point my options appear to be:
1) Take an unpaid day off work, drive to the court for my court date and be like “Yo, I took care of it” and drive back.
2) Send in a check for $150 for my ticket since it hasn’t been signed off.

Option 2 would be cheaper. But ya know, I really don’t want to pay the ticket because I did everything everybody said I was supposed to do.

DMV, CHP, Yreka County… you guys are going DOWN. *grumble*

I went to the DMV yesterday and got Oregon license plates. It cost me $121, lord. Did I even have that much money in the bank? I hope so. Anyway. So I get my plates and stickers and come home and get the back California plate off with my Swiss Army knife and put the new Oregon one on, yay. Then I go around to the front of the truck, and it has a really weird bolt thing that I don’t have the tool to get off, and trying to do it by hand was futile.

So my truck has one Oregon plate, and one California plate. I’m a ticket just waiting to happen.

So I got my new insurance card today, because my old coverage was no good in Oregon right..
I look at my card, and I am apparently now covered by.. Blue Cross of California.

.... der?

I started my day off by stepping on one of those security tags from clothes and getting a half-inch long puncture wound. I hope this isn’t a sign about how my day is going to go. On the bright side, there was very little blood. Unfortunately, the bottom of my foot feels like a giant bruise.

Part One: Laundry
I got new bedsheets, so I threw those, along with the duvet cover for my comforter in one of the washers at 6:30 or so. It is now quarter ‘til nine and I am STILL waiting for a dryer. How, praytell, if I was using one of the washers (and my stuff is still IN my washer), have BOTH dryers been occupied for over two hours?! This makes no sense to me. All I want it so make my bed with my new sheets and my new ‘lectric blanket and sleep all cozy like, but NOOOO the Laundry Gnomes have to mess with me and not let me dry my stuff! GRR!!! I could have been to the laundry mat and back by now. TWICE.

Part Two: Hair Dye
Raw Color is the worst brand of hair dye on earth and I will never use it again. I don’t care if this color lasts 6 weeks, it is NOT a color. 90% of the color rinsed away without me even shampooing it, and I’ve applied the dye twice. I just want nice pink hair

It is this color while it is on my hair.

And promptly fades to the color of Kiwi Strawberry Snapple upon being rinsed. Here, have a visual.

I want my $13 back and a jar of Manic Panic.

Looking at cars is depressing when you have a budget as low as mine and desperately want a pickup truck (preferably automatic because you can’t drive a stick [but you’re willing to learn]) made oh, this millennium.

Craigslist isn’t helping, auto trader isn’t helping, cars.com isn’t helping…

RAWR. *whine*

If I was making any of this up, I’d be making up happy stories, I swear. Does this much bad stuff normally happen to one person?!

I. I didn’t sleep like, AT ALL last night. I took a nap but it shouldn’t have been long enough to keep me up as much as I was up. It was hot and I felt icky. My sinuses hurt.

II. My car sucks more now. It doesn’t even go 3 blocks without stalling. Today I gave up after 3 stalls and left it in a 2 hours parking spot and made Jeff bring me. He took my car home with a little more success, and yay no parking ticket at least. Bleh. I seem to need another grand to be able to buy a car.

III. I was out Friday. Walked in (30 minutes late today thanks to the stupid car drama) and found that nobody did ANY of my work while I was out. NICE. I am so behind. This bites. No time (or money) for lunch. I bummed a dollar for soda and a cup o noodles from my mom.

IV. Getting Blackberry Pearl number 3 from T-Mobile. I just realized today that the camera on this phone is taking really crappy pictures.. I compared them to the old phones pictures and yeah, these pictures are TERRIBLE. Guy tried to charge me for shipping. I told him he was crazy. They agreed to ship it free, but only ground, so my new one won’t be here for like, 2 weeks cause of the holiday *grumble*

There’s probably more but writing this post is making me want to cry

Today was one of those “if it can go wrong.. it will” kind of days.
Here’s the break down, in a sort of chronological order.

• long boring day at work.
• lunch was not very exciting.
• cranky with jeff for no real reason; made jeff annoyed with me.
• was made to feel inadequate for a very stupid reason.
• couldn’t register for my new class because “the class is closed”. also, phone system thinks i don’t exist.
• car stalled THREE times in a four block radius.
• spilled eggnog chai latte on self. burned hand.
• also spilled said latte on brand new cell phone
• ... cell phone no longer works properly. i have not even PAID for the damn thing yet.
• had to wait forever for jeff to get off work so he could follow me home.
• i have no good sleep drugs
• i want to be shot and nobody will do it.
• i was in the parking lot too long and had to fish out $1.50 in coins to get out of it.
• stomach and head have been hurting on and off.
• not looking forward to waking up tomorrow.
• there’s no friday feast this week.

There’s probably more, but my wrists will spontaneously burst if I get any more emo.

Oh for the love of god! Just when I thought I was done cleaning up the aftermath of Katie vs. T-Mobile...

Nope.

I just found out that my car insurance got canceled. Why? Well, because they went to cash my check and the bank wouldn’t cash it cause it tried to go through WHILE I HAD A NEGATIVE NINETY DOLLAR BALANCE.

GRRRRRR!!!!!!

So my car insurance people say that I have to open a new policy because they don’t reinstate accounts that have NSF’s on them. So that means that the TWO YEARS of me being good and making all my payments don’t exist anymore so I get no Katie Is Awesome Discount any more.

God dammit t-mobile. This is way more grief than I’m willing to put up with.

On the bright side this is a good excuse for me to finally get around to finding a new car insurance company. Mine “lost” my payments all the time (... funny how quickly records reappear when I send them copies of cleared checks) and liked to not send me my bills.

BUT STILL. I’ve been driving for a week with no insurance cause they didn’t even tell me they cancelled.

OMG I AM SO ANNOYED (yes, just one nnoyed.)

So I’d been trying for ages to have my auto-payment turned off. I filled out little papers and sent them in multiple times. Yeah, I could have called but it wasn’t a HUGE deal at the time. So this month, it STILL wasn’t turned off, and t-mobile over-drafted my account because they took the money out before I had a chance to pay them with Jeff’s credit card.

So I called and complained, naturally. I was told that they couldn’t just cancel the charge (... I have a very very VERY hard time believing that) and that I should call the bank. However they said that they would pay my overdraft fees if the bank couldn’t help. That was Sunday night.

So Tuesday morning I call the bank first thing (because they were closed Monday, even though I had to work, double-yew tee eff? silly bank) and first they made me wait until yesterday to talk to me because it was still a pending charge. THEN yesterday they said that they could technically let me file an unauthorized charge report, but that I should try to work with t-mobile again because my report would get snagged a million times because I really AM doing business with t-mobile and it would take forever.

So I called t-mobile back yesterday and was again told that they can’t just refund my money and let me put it on a different card but to call again as soon as my overdraft charges hit my account. I of course am less than thrilled that my account is over-drafting because then the bank thinks I suck, but what can I do, right?

Looking over my account last night, I realized that if I can convince my mom to transfer $15 into my account (because the account transfers clear really fast) then with the money in savings, my account wouldn’t overdraft at all with my overdraft-protection. Not over-drafting is obviously the best course of action. Cool right?

Well, this morning I get up and I have a balance of -$90. NEGATIVE NINETY. Welcome to another WTF?!?! moment. Turns out that overdraft protection only applies if you have $50.01 or more in savings. Guess how much I had in there. $48.97 (.. yeah I know I’m broke, shut up). I was like, “ARE YOU FRICKEN KIDDING ME?!?!?!?!??!” If I had known that I would have moved the damn $48 manually of course. But I figured it was an automatic thing no matter what as long as it left me with at least 1 cent in savings (cause they legally can’t overdraft a savings account). I was wrong.

So all my pending things went through and I had $57 in fees already applied and I still have another fee coming out tomorrow.

....... lovely. The bank offers to cancel 2 of the 3 overdraft fees that are already posted, which was cool. I love my bank ♥

So then I call t-mobile.

After leaving me on hold for like, 15 minutes, THE GUY TELLS ME THAT THEY ARE NOT GOING TO PAY MY FEES. At this point, I’m seriously about ready to, in the words of Daniel, “cut a bitch”. Or go on a murderous rampage. So I take a very deep breath so that I don’t scream at the guy (which I would have loved to do, but I’m at work and people around me were on the phone) and go, “... this is unacceptable. It is not MY fault you guys cannot get your shit together and cancel my auto-debit the first two times I request it. I was told by 3 different people that my fees would be covered because this was YOUR error. If my fees are NOT covered, I can guarantee that next month, I will not be re-signing my contract, and I will also be telling every single person that I know about how poorly I am being treated after being a good customer for so long. Can I please speak to a supervisor?”

So I got put on hold for another 10 minutes, then the guy comes back and says, “Ok I spoke to the supervisor you had spoken to the first time and he said that even though it’s completely against policy, we are going to credit you the $57 to your account.”

*sunshine and butterflies* “Thank you so much Adam!” *puke*

So at the end of the day, they are covering my fees, but GOD it was a pain in the neck. And I still have a negative balance on my bank account because they “can’t give me a refund to my bank account”.

I don’t think I’m signing again. I haven’t decided yet.

Just in case those of you that already stopped by don’t re-read the other entry:
Jules has made a webring for people that love vokda. Personally, I think the stuff is disgusting and that drinking rubbing alcohol would probably be the same thing, but I said I’d advertise for her, so here I am, advertising her webring. If you like vokda like she does, then check out… Vodka!. I told her I’d be interested when she makes one for rum

(how I love copy/paste)

Everybody, welcome Poppy! She compared her daughter to a pack of bloodhounds, fantastic! Anybody that can maintain a sense of humor while their flesh and blood is dying of pneumonia is cool in my book. She’s also the director of a barber shop quartet of crying baptized babies, woohoo!

Ok, so I feel bad invading Poppy’s post with my whining, but I figured it was better to put it below her post than make a new one and then have her not be on top. Because when I’m sick, me and my whining is important dammit!

So Monday I woke up feeling a little icky. I get dressed, I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth, and then puke. YAY FUN! I hate puking. Though, there was nothing in my stomach so it was like throwing up spit. Whatever. I brush my teeth, come to work.. 30 minutes later I can’t breathe and the room is spinning. So I think “... OKAY I think it’s time to go back home.” Drive home.. the second I walk in the door I run to the bathroom and throw up some more spit and then bile. YAY MORE FUN! *ugh* So I call the doctor and the nurse leaves me on hold until I just hang up the phone and pass out.

The nurse calls me back a few hours later and I tell her about the puking and the dizziness and how my legs kept getting tingly and she said to go to the after hours clinic that night. Ok. So I go back to sleep and at like, 4 or something I go to the doctor. They take my temperature, no real fever at the time. Talk to the doctor, she seems fairly confused. Pulls up my record to see what they already looked for (oh, I didn’t mention, this is something I go through every few weeks). They made me pee in a cup and took my blood (I hate needles, it hurt and I have a little hole in my arm), I guess my regular doctor took all her ideas. So they gave me an antacid and some little white pill for the nausea and sent me home.

I woke up yesterday morning and my throat felt like sandpaper. Joy! So I left a message with my boss with what little is left of my raspy voice and go back to sleep. Bought some Chloraseptic when I was conscious again.. GOOD LORD THAT STUFF IS AWFUL. Jeff grabs the bottle and is like, “HERE! I’ll spray it for you” and I choked on the stuff. Cherry flavored Novocain or something. It only works for half an hour and I keep spraying my tongue instead of my throat.

Today my throat feels less like sandpaper but it’s swollen. It hurts to touch it. I know I should go back to the doctor but man, I WAS JUST THERE. That’d be another $15 and more medicine.

Speaking of medicine, the ones they gave me are kicking my ass. The antacid makes me really dizzy (well.. not so much dizzy as I space out and when I zone back to reality my head is spinning) and the little anti-nausea pill (I took one this morning cause I was feeling like throwing up again) makes me crazy drowsy.. like Benadryll x1000.

Somebody please shoot me. Then go visit Poppy.

For those that don’t know, Betty is my ‘new’ car. My old car, Lola, was an ‘87 Oldsmobile Delta that I loved with all my little heart. However, as my Grandma was getting a new car, we decided that I would take her old car, since it is newer and “more reliable” than Lola. I gave Lola to my cousin who needed a car.

Enter Betty. Betty is a ‘93 Ford Tempo GL. In the words of Scott, which I have come to find are very true “Let me tell you a story about Fords. it’s a short one, so listen well. ‘Fords SUCK.’”

Have a summery:
Dec 2005: $500 - transmission service, engine service, tuneup.

Jan 2006 : Car starts stalling WHILE I AM DRIVING. Apparently only does it to me. Mechanic thinks I am crazy until it finally happens to him. I had to have my coworkers push me half a block to the parking lot cause I was blocking traffic. $400 and a week later.. well, nobody has any idea whats wrong with the car. They’ve replaced 10000000 pieces and even took it to the dealer. At least I’m only stalling every few days instead of multiple times a day.

Apr 2006: Rough starting, bad transmission feeling. Meh. Tightened a wire to the starter that was loose and making the car not start on occasion. $50. Car still stalls on occasion, won’t restart for a minute or so. Breaking down on the freeway sucks and merging into traffic going 60 from 0 is scary.

Jul 2006: $422 - 4 brake pads, 2 rotors. Broken motor mount (that was fun, my engine sounded like it fell out of my car when it broke!)

Sunday night: CAR DOES NOT START WHATSOEVER. Hilary jumpstarts me. I drive home.
Monday morning: Car will not start. YAY.

So, with a running count of roughly $1372 in the past 9 months and new problems popping up all the time, I think it’s safe to say I’m probably better off just buying a new car.

Ack. So I forgot to pay my registration last month for my car. Got a letter today.

$40 registration fee
$8 liscence fee
$35 late fee.

Just found out the smog test that I have to have done is gonna be fifty some odd dollars. GAH.

I swear if the car doesn’t pass I’m getting rid of it.