It’s amazing what you can do with a combination of unlimited messaging plans from your cell phone service provider and a couple innovative web sites. I recently added unlimited message to my mobile plan from Alltel, and it allows me to stay connected, even when I’m no where near my computer.
Twitter, Myspace, Flickr, Facebook, etc.
I’m in serious need of another job. Money is really tight this month, and only going to get tighter. The only problem I’m having is my location. . . I live in the middle of nowhere, in a small, poor town. That means that all the part time jobs are filled by people who have worked in that position since they graduated high school, which doesn’t make a 19 year old computer geek very appealing to anyone around here.
*Sigh* Guess I’m going to have to start my own business or something.
After I got home from class yesterday evening, I was greeted in the drive way by my little brother and a girl from down the street. We talked and joshed around for a few minutes before deciding to take off and get some grub at Taco Bell.
Now the fun starts. I’m sitting at a stop light in my beat up, 1989 Camaro RS (v8 model). The engine starts to purr very load, then just cuts out completely. The fact that my car had just died sitting at a stop light didn’t surprise me, this has been happening every-so-often since I got the car several months ago. What did surprise me, was when I attempted to start her back up, it didn’t even turn over.
Now comes that sinking “Oh Shit” feeling you get when you’re in a dead car at a stop light that just turned green with a line of angry rednecks (in trucks) behind you. Since I had a line of people behind me, I didn’t even continue to try and start my car, I told my brother and his friend to jump out and start pushing into the nearest parking lot. About halfway to the parking lot, I had to slam on the breaks because, apparently, the hazard lights behing on and two small teenagers pushing a car isn’t a sign that I’m having a bit of trouble. Someone had pulled right out in front of me.
I now had a line of angry people behind me, an angry woman in front of me, and a dead Chevy. Great night eh? It gets better.
I pull out my cell phone, call my parents and tell them I’m broke down and need a ride home. So my mom says she’ll come out and pick us up, we were only 5 minutes from the house anyways. About 10 minutes later, when she finally pulls into the parking lot, I decided to give starting the car one last go. I close my eyes, called my car all the sweetest names I could think of, and turned the key in the ignition. . . . . “VROOOOOM!” My piece of shit came back to life. . . go figure.
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