I won't Breakdown

This morning I was running a little late to school but finally got in my car and drove away. I had my music on and my windows cracked but all of a sudden I hear this loud grinding, sputtering, rattling noise. I figure I must have run over some cardboard and it was stuck or something.

So I pull over, haven't even made it a mile from my house so I'm still in neighborhood area, turn the car off and get out and check for the source of the noise. Unfortnately I see nothing so I decide to start my car, maybe the noise went away. Of course it did not. Being the very intelligent person that I am I cannot even figure out how to pop the hood, I know very intelligent.

So I call my mom to see if she has some brilliant advice for me, she doesn't answer. I call my dad surely he will have advice or something, he doesn't answer. I try everyone again 3 more times but still no freaking answer. I give up and stare at my car for a minute hoping to magically wish the evil noise from it. Give up on that and try my mom again, this time she answers, yes! Being just as intelligent as me she has no idea what to do but says she'll come pick me up and then I can drive her home and take the mom-mobile to school, great.

I have to say that going from awesome ipod capable, sunroof, spiffy car, to kid toting, oldies listening, mom-mobile was not fun. But I finally get to Chantilly like 45 minutes late, not too worried about the time cause my teacher's cool and it was a grooming day in my academy. I go to park in my spot, and how wonderful a very nice person decided to conserve parking space and park in my spot, how nice. So now I have to go park in visitors which is nowhere close to my class.

I park and finally get to the doors, one doesn't open, second doesn't open, none of them open, what the crap its a school not a prison. I have to now walk further to another set of doors, luckily those open. Since the very nice person had parked in my spot I have to go to the security office, which by the way is on the other side of the school. Of course with my luck so far the door is closed and locked. This has happened before so I know to go to the academy office, on the other side of school where I just came from. All they do is write my name and spot number down and tell me someone will "do something." Very Encouraging.

I get to class, by now I've missed more than half of it, and my teacher doesn't even realize I haven't been there, grooming days are hectic. So I just join a group and start working on a dog. Everything actually goes normal with that and we finish up and leave. Halfway to my car on the other side of the building I realize I was supposed to get a form signed by my teacher so I can go on a field trip. Go back and get the form signed, and finally get in the mom-mobile and head to fairfax.

I get there and head to class and of course get stopped by security wondering what I'm doing, even though they see me everyday, I guess I looked guilty or something today. The rest of the morning goes normal I guess. Then I get to pre-calc, always a fun class, not. I realize that I left my homework in my car, on the side of the road, wonderful. We also had a quiz today, which I actually did semi good on, and think my day is starting to look up. Then my teacher hands back our tests from a week prior, and I recieve the wonderful grade of F. Great.

I give up and head to Fashion Design which always cheers me up, at least a little. However, today we were learning about the parts of a sewing machine and sewing basics. I could probably write the machine manual and teach the class basics so I was bored out of my mind, but it's only and hour and a half til schools out so I push through.

Driving home I got green lights all the way wooo. When I get home my mom thinks we should go pick up my car. So we go get it and drive it home, its still making the funky noise but no lights are coming on and its not hot or anything so we park it in the garage and hope my dad can fix it. As I'm walking up the driveway, because I drove the van behind my mom, I see a trail of fluid and upon reaching the garage I realize it's oil and it's leaking bad, not just drops but a solid stream. I quickly grab the oil catch pan and stick it under the stream. Obviously this is no small problem.

As soon as I had heard the strange funky noise I immediately thought of the relient k song "Breakdown"

Oh, what a lousy excuse for a car
One mile to go, but i can't push it that far
I think i've had enough
I think i'm giving up

Saved all my money to buy a new guitar
Then i got ripped off by the guy who fixed my car
I think i've had enough
I think i'm giving up

Once again life's thrown me a curve, and it blew up right in my face
Once again life's rattled my nerves
Don't you see that i'm stuck in this place?

All because, you're giving me a ...breakdown
Stuck on the side of the road
Emotion over-load
He'll seek and destroy everything that i enjoy
But, i won't be the one he takes down
No, i won't breakdown


Even though I had a sucky day I tried to keep a good attitude cause what's the point of a sucky miserable day.