I am starting to feel overwhelmed. I don't know why I am using my time to blog when I should be working. Here is what I have to do this week.

I have about 9 papers to write. Ok that sounds like alot but at least none of them are research papers. That would be terrible. My car is broken and I have to fix it. And the worst part is my school is having a Christmas party and I am in charge of the whole thing.

I hate it that I have to plan this party. It is not my type of thing. I would rather just make it into a concert but the rest of the student body doesn't want that. SO it is on sunday. Today is monday. I don't even know how many people are comming so I am having a hard time ordering the food. *sigh* I don't even know what to write about this. I feel as if I was raped and this is the baby that I have to birth because of it.

For those of you who don't know Rusty is my car. He is a 1988 VW golf GTI. I love my car eventhough he gets sick all the time. It is somewhat fun though because I am learning how to work on my car. So far I Have changed radiator hoses. Then A few weeks later the radiator itself broke and I replaced that myself. Now I hope that the alternator is all that is broken.

For awhile now the battery light was flickering on whlie I was driveing and then it was getting harder and harder to start the car.

The other day my roommate and I were going to go and get some movies at Blockbuster. So we get into the car and I turn the ignition. Nothing at all whatsoever. "Oh the battery is dead." Robyn (my roommate) said. So I told her to get out and push it. (lol Robyn is a short little girl and she weighs about 110 lbs.) So she does she gets out and pushes and it gets going and I jump the clutch. Rusty starts right up and I was proud of my mad skills.

We drive down the road and we get about 5 lights away and I stalled the car. This has been happening alot lately. (I know you might be thinking, "It's because you're a girl and girls can't drive a stick." Well let me tell you I know how I have been driving one for seven years now.) So I tried to roll backwards to jump the clutch again but there was a truck behind me.

I told Robyn to get out and tell the guy that the car was dead and that I didn't have enough room to jump it. The guy ends up pushing Rusty with his truck and I started the car 3 times but each time it died right away. The guy in the truck was done helping me and left me in the middle of the road.

Somehow (I can't remember how) we got the car out of the road. We puched it to the library and the driveway to the library was a big hill going down. So the guy who was helping us push it said that we should be able to jump the cluch going down this hill. He didn't think that I could do it (Probly because I am a girl. But let me tell you I know how. When I learn how to drive we had a crap car and I learned how to do that before I even knew how to drive.) I just let him think that and let him try to jump it. He tried a few times as he was flying down that hill but it never stayed on.

So we parked it. Robyn and I decided to walk the rest of the way to Blockbuster. We were half way there by now. So we go and pick out our movies. After we checked out we asked if they had a phonebook and I called around trying to find the cheapest towing company. I found one that was $35 but since it was night it was now $45. So we meet the guy and he hooks the car up and drives us home.

While we were diving home I was talking to the driver. It was the day before the American Thanksgiveing holiday and I asked the guy what he was going to do. He told me that he was not a Christain so he didn't celebrate. I told him that it was not a Christian holiday but an American one. He was from Vietnam so it didn't really matter to him. Then we talked about his family and kids. I told him I went to BIble college and we talked some more. I was not expecting it and he only made me pay $35. I was so glad.

Today I was trying to take out the alternator. The bolts were so tight I could not unscrew it. So I walked to the store and bought WD-40 I sprayed so much on there. I tried again but I still couldn't unscrew it. Robyn thought that I needed to get a guy for some man muscles. I went to try again and I broke the rachet. I went back to show Robyn what happened and she said that it was not a matter of not having enough muscles. *sigh* I guess I need an electric onel.

After all this work I hope that all that is the matter is I need a new alternator.

I get paid on thursday nights but I am so busy on fridays that I don't have time to cash it. Then the banks are closed on the weekends. So I was out of money and I don't have a debit card because then it is too easy for me to spend money. 

On Sunday night I had to go to work. I was below E on my gas gage. I prayed the whole way to work that I would make it. Then on my way home I prayed again and made it. Thank God I don't live too far from work.

The next day my roommate and I were going to go to the movies and we were going to get gas on the way. Well twenty feet from my house we ran out of gas. So we parked and I told my roommate to walk home and get the gas tank and I was going to go to the store and get money.

My roommate walking the twenty feet home prayed on her way there that God would send us someone to drive us to the gas station so that we don't have to walk. (It was kinda far) As she walked up to the house our friend Chris stepped! She screamed and he drove me to the gas station.

Chris's truck does not have a lift gate and after I bought the gas I asked him if the gas tank would fall out. He said that it shouldn't so I put it back there next to the cab. Well a few lights later we turned a corner and Chris says, "Oops there goes the gas." I laughed and he pulled over, I got out and walked the little ways to the one gallon gas tank.

As I was walking to it an old man in a white car pulls up to my gas tank and opens his doors. As I round the corner of his car I see him lean out and start to pick it up. I leaned down and put my hand on the handle and said, "Excuse me sir, but this is MY gas." He let go and I took my gas. I walked back to the truck and Chris said, "He was NOT just going to steal our gas?"