~onesky-onedestiny

Okay, so this weekend was fairly unexciting until today. Friday, the entire lacrosse team was forced to scrub plate windows at an indoor sports facility for an hour and a half in exchange for using a field for an hour. (The place was still under construction, even. LOL stoopid)

Saturday, we decisively kicked some private school butt, again, 7-2.

Today, I sat around, having finished my homework, and reread FMA and played some TotA.

Then, after dinner, my dad and I tried to put a spare wheel on the car that I use, in order to drive it to an auto shop about five minutes away.

First, let me tell you about my car.
It is literally as old as I am (keep in mind, kiddies, you must be 16+ to drive a car!), is a bright red Volkswagon convertible, and my brother used it before I did. Haha, he certainly left his mark on it! _{On the front-right bumper and the right headlight and the entire back bumper, actually.}
Also, if you look in the rearview mirror for too long, everything gets blurry because the entire car just vibrates.
BUT HEY. It gets me from point A to point B, so I can deal with it.
_{Also because my mom has a tantrum any time we bring up the idea of retiring a car she doesn't even use anymore.}

So, my dad taught me how to change a tire (the current tire had a slow leak, that was supposed to have been fixed when we dropped the car off about a week ago, but turned up flat again two days ago.), and also that you must put the jack underneath the actual iron frame of the car. So now it's just a little difficult to open the passenger side door, because a piece of the car just kinda slants up now. But it opens, so I can deal with it.

So anyway, the spare was put on, and my dad was driving the convertible, and I was driving the minivan, right behind him. Suddenly, about two minutes away from the house, he pulled to the curb, because HAY THE SPARE WAS FLAT TOO. And the tire got shredded in the few seconds he drove on the rim, so we took the original flat tire, filled it up at an air pump, and went back to the poor, abandoned Volkswagon.

And then we realize that, in his hurry to stop the car and keep the rim from being destroyed, my dad had parked about an inch too close to the curb, so that the original tire couldn't be put on the car.

So we decided to try and jack the car up a couple centimeters more, because the tire was THIS CLOSE to being jimmied onto the axel, before I (who was doing said jimmying) realized that HAY THE CARZ FALLING.

So now the car is being propped up by the wheel, stuck between the car and the curb, we have LOST ALL HOPE OF EVER BEING MECHANICS, and meekly called AAA to please help us get to the auto maintenance place about two minutes away from the stranded car, and about 90 minutes from when this HORRIBLE NIIIIGHTMAAAAARE began, and I have the blood of my automobile staining my hands, never to come off. _{(Seriously, it's gross.)}


PS
Harry Dresden is made of win.
And awesome.
And is secretly Jade in his spare time.