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I made several momentous discoveries today.
1. My beat-up old car (here lovingly christened Grey), with his ducttaped door and blinker-on-steroids and broken tail lights and dents and all, can last just about three days after the “Gas Empty” light starts blinking. If I don’t drive highway.
2. Grey gives no sign whatsoever when his gas tank is about to empty (REALLY empty, not “Gas Empty” light empty). No jerkiness, no coughing, no nothing… until in the space of 5 seconds he abruptly sputters, jerks around a bit, and dies. No amount of coaxing will get him to move again. He just flops a bit, like a dead fish.
3. If you have the patience to wait around for about 10 minutes, and twist the key in the ignition veryyy carefully, and switch to drive mode veryyyy carefully, and accelerate reallllly slowly and don’t press on the brakes at all, a dead fish may be able to snail-crawl across a couple hundred more feet before choking and flopping dead again.
[edit: so I got Grey back 3 hours later, after my aunt drove over with a bucketload of gasoline and I gingerly drove Grey off to the gas station. in the meantime, Grey being parked in the smack center of some random residential street, someone had pinned a sign on the window reading "Nice Parking Job." way to go Adela~]
4. Someone has been using my Artemis Fowl book as an arachnid killer. While I do admit books come in handy against those eight-legged little critters (& are probably more efficient than rubber bands), the sight of a flattened spider carcass just doesn’t do anything to strengthen my interest in Artemis’s diabolical plans, y’know?
5. Tomorrow’s February. That means I turn seventeen in less than three days. AHHHHH WHERE DID ALL THE TIME GO I JUST GOT USED TO BEING SIXTEEN!!!
1. My beat-up old car (here lovingly christened Grey), with his ducttaped door and blinker-on-steroids and broken tail lights and dents and all, can last just about three days after the “Gas Empty” light starts blinking. If I don’t drive highway.
2. Grey gives no sign whatsoever when his gas tank is about to empty (REALLY empty, not “Gas Empty” light empty). No jerkiness, no coughing, no nothing… until in the space of 5 seconds he abruptly sputters, jerks around a bit, and dies. No amount of coaxing will get him to move again. He just flops a bit, like a dead fish.
3. If you have the patience to wait around for about 10 minutes, and twist the key in the ignition veryyy carefully, and switch to drive mode veryyyy carefully, and accelerate reallllly slowly and don’t press on the brakes at all, a dead fish may be able to snail-crawl across a couple hundred more feet before choking and flopping dead again.
[edit: so I got Grey back 3 hours later, after my aunt drove over with a bucketload of gasoline and I gingerly drove Grey off to the gas station. in the meantime, Grey being parked in the smack center of some random residential street, someone had pinned a sign on the window reading "Nice Parking Job." way to go Adela~]
4. Someone has been using my Artemis Fowl book as an arachnid killer. While I do admit books come in handy against those eight-legged little critters (& are probably more efficient than rubber bands), the sight of a flattened spider carcass just doesn’t do anything to strengthen my interest in Artemis’s diabolical plans, y’know?
5. Tomorrow’s February. That means I turn seventeen in less than three days. AHHHHH WHERE DID ALL THE TIME GO I JUST GOT USED TO BEING SIXTEEN!!!
