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alternator adventure atlas advantage 4-16-'o1: 1:39am i'm still debating whether or not to call this an adveture. i mean...isn't an adveture exciting filled with explosions and kung-fu and whatnot? all that happened to us is the alternator bit the dust on the way back to desertville. at the snoqualmie summit. there was another bug there that in the dark looked almost identical to ours. the two college students which were the passengers of the bug came out to see my dad trying to push-start ours...and momentarily thought it was their car. that was pretty funny. i talked with them a bit...and they stuck around a LONG time. just sat there like maybe they were going to do something important but then they didn't. i'm still trying to figure it out...to say they thought i was hot would be a tad of a long shot. by then my hair hung flatly for the most part, except for a few strands which stuck out...and my eyes were being propped up by gloomy dark circles. i probably looked about 40 years old under those orange sodium streetlamps. not that 40 is that old...just a lot older than me. anyway. so we came to the conclusion that it was the alternator and figured that they safest thing would be to head up to my uncle's house and get as far as we possibly could before we lost the headlights. we had a lot better of a chance of getting back to his house than, say, home. that would be grand...to end up in ellensburg with no headlights, no battery power, and no one to call. so we headed up, and now i sit at taco's computer. i talked to lack for awhile...i originally meant to just have him give haug a message but we ended up talking for a bit. what a great guy! he used to live in lynnwood and i almost told him the atlas story. have i ever told the atlas story? well, you're going to hear it anyway. the atlas story, aka why taco is the most unlucky person on earth so it's the summer after taco's sophomore year at alderwood high, and everyone gets their report cards. except her. she gets a letter in the mail saying that because she had an $80 atlas out from the library, that she wouldn't get her grades until she either returned the book or paid the fine. this presented a problem. for two reason. a] she didn't check out the book. she had never seen the book before in her life. she hadn't even checked out a book from the library at all. b] $80 is a lot of money to pay for a report card. so, they just decided to say screw it. taco went without a report card, and they worked to get it cleared. then, taco switched schools. to kamiak high, in west-side-mukilteo. by then, this whole atlas mess was supposed to be worked out. right around when we saw MTX that year, though, she got her transcript. it had only one semester on it...the semester she'd spent at kamiak. so it hadn't been cleared. and that's not all. there was one person who was supposed to clear her. you know what happened to her? she died. so this continued until taco graduated two years later. very shortly before graduation, they paid the $80. life is not fair. fin anyway. taco has the full set of *nsync marionettes and i thought it would be fun to scare my sister with one when she came out of the bathroom. i grabbed justin [ lance looks scarrier, but justin was more convenient. plus...that fro ], figured out how to work him, and flattened myself aginst the wall by the bathroom. i dangled him in front of the door, making him dance and wave. tasha just about had a heart attack when she came out of the bathroom...i just about wet myself laughing. entertainment at it's finest. anyway, i suppose i should take advantage of the day off and...sleep. yes. sleeeeeep. sounds good to me. ←/ b a c k w a r d / f o r w a r d /→ |
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