#3

On May 15th I was driving my 2008 Mazda 6 to Evanston to see my cute cousin Timmy's jr. high choir concert. I didn't make it. Instead, I sat on the side of the road waiting for a tow truck to pick me and my car up. For any of you out there keeping tabs, this is the car that I got in December after my Audi (which I had for just over a year) decided to break down irreparably before someone ran into it when it was parked at the mechanic's shop. A year before that my Dodge Avenger overheated on I-215 after choir retreat.

I found out yesterday that this will probably cost me around $2,500 to fix. I haven't cried yet, but I've been questioning my sanity. Am I cursed? Do I drive in a different way than everyone else? Are my feet transmitting evil thoughts to the car through the pedals? Do cars hate pale people? Are my cars getting mad at me for singing all of the time? Is there someone out there cursing me with some voodoo car doll?

Now that I have that off my chest, I can focus on figuring out how to pay for this. And maybe I'll actually be able to continue working on my senior recital as well as packing up my entire life for my move to Florida in 3 weeks - you know, the other things that were already on the verge of becoming overwhelming!

~bê~