So...
...turns out it wasn't my car's battery after all. It was the fuel pump. So now pretty much every major part that could have failed, has. Joy.
Ah well. At least it's fixed so I can trot about the globe as I wish. All my stuff's packed now, and I think I'll finally be heading back early tomorrow morning. To be honest, I'm kind of freaking out right now. Like, what the hell am I gonna do in LJ? I made it out - why do I have to go back? *clings to dorm bed* YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!!!
I was actually supposed to have left as soon as I was done with finals... which was over a week ago. But I hang around like a bad smell.
You know, there's nothing like moving to show you how much useless crap you own. There was a whole lot of stuff that I brought to college, thinking maybe I'd find a use for it here, only to now come to terms with the fact that it's actually useless and should be promptly removed from my dorm and disposed of. Then I started looking at all my stuff and thought, "How much of this do I actually need? The clothes?" Then I started feeling all enlightened like Buddha and considered selling all my earthly possessions and donating the money to charity and then meditating under a tree for the next fifteen years. And then I remembered that I'm a spoiled American child and maybe getting rid of all my stuff won't actually solve any spiritual crisis I may have.
So I'm hungry. *wanders toward cafeteria*
-Bell
"Well THAT was exciting..."



