My Car Blew Up

I’m glad I wasn’t driving it at the time. My father was. Everyone is fine, I’m just thankful there wasn’t a wreck.

The damn thing didn’t actually blow up, but it might as well have. Damn poo poo car. I hate it. I want a new one, but it’s not going to happen anytime soon. I’ll just pour my bank account into this stupid one and hope it lasts for another 6 months. All I have to say is… I know your pain Everayne!!!!! AAAAAAA…

So here’s the deal. My dad was driving my car and all of a sudden billows of smoke start pouring out the vents. Happily enough, he was close to a friends house, who just happens to be a mechanic. I was at home and didn’t know anything had happened until 7 last night. They think it’s either a hose (which will be cheap and can be fixed by the guy for parts and I’ll be really happy!) or, the heating core (which is NOT cheap, it’s hard to fix and I’ll have to put it in the shop, which will piss me off to no end and make me sad!). I won’t know which until tonight.

Fortunately, and I feel majorly blessed because of this, and I take none of it for granted, my father was able to loan me his car for today while he took my family’s van to work. If my car is not fixed by tomorrow, I’ll have to get up at 2:30 in the morning, so I can be ready to go at 3:30 with him. Then I’ll have to figure out what to do between 4:20 and 6:30, then when I get off work at 4, I’ll have to waste more time until he gets off at like 6 or something… I don’t want to do that. I know it’s bratty, I know its selfish, I know I’m spoiled. This situation could be SO much worse. But I’m pouting anyway, just because I can.

I do feel extremely lucky. My family is so awesome and supportive right now. I even yelled at my step mom and she just let it slide. We usually get into a fight when I do that. But not last night. I still want to cry though. I mean… the stupid mechanic said my car was just fine, great even! Boy, was he wrong.

I’m still praying it’s just a hose, please let it just be a hose!!! Please!!!! Please!!!! please? hose? please? anybody?…. alright, I’ll take what I can get, as long as I can get the damn car fixed so it won’t blow up anymore.