The green car is officially, one hundred percent dead. You’re probably sick of hearing about it, but here’s the last post ever about old greeny.

D E D. Dead. (Points if you know what that’s from).

My dad and I went to the garage yesterday to get my stuff from it. I had about $5.00 worth of coin, sunglasses, my parking pass for my street and the tape thing that lets you play your iPod from a tape deck in there. Oh, and an umbrella, a spoon, my lunch bag, a random container (god knows what was in it) winter gloves and a map of Ontario. 

How do you accumulate so much random crap in a car? There were other papers (like, pay cheque envelopes, directions to some place) and egg cartons in there too, but I don’t need to keep that stuff. 

So yes. But my green car had a full tank of gas. My dad was going to try to get it out, but he couldn’t so the guys at the shop said that they could take it out for me, and put it into the red car. They did which was awesome, especially because gas just went up seven cents!

Now I have a full tank of gas and some left over (I brought a gas can so they filled that up). 

The guy who filled it up today was super nice too, and it didn’t cost me a thing! Even better!

Today started off pretty well. I mean, I worked at eight which is not exactly my favourite way to be spending the morning (because I defnitely prefer the night shift) but I got a decent amount of sleep so I wasn’t ridiculously tired. I made it to work early and managed to stop at Timmies along the way.

Work itself was slow (and I have a few stories to post later about people who can’t do math) and eventually three o’clock rolled around which meant I was off from the campground to the conservatory.

Just as always, I headed off down the highway, but then my car started doing this weird jerking thing. Like it took a while for it to actually pick up speed, which was pretty scary when I was getting onto the highway. I figured it was just getting warmed up (or something) because it started to run normally after that little burst.

I’m driving along and suddenly my car just… stops working. The engine oil light comes on (as well as a shitload of other ones I’ve never seen lit up before) and I couldn’t steer. I pretty much freaked out and some how managed to pull over to the side of the road. Luckily, I ended up on the off ramp to one of the exits — out of the way of most of the traffic.

After I somewhat calmed down, I got out my cell phone to phone my mum.

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Yeah, it’s dead. Completely dead. Figures, right?

So I decide that the only thing I can really do (besides sit there and cry) is to hop the fence to the nearby mini-putt course. So I do that, and I’m shaking like crazy because I’m so stressed out. I cut my hands up and getting down I landed really weirdly so my leg hurts so badly right now. My shoes kept either falling off or getting stuck in the fence holes so it was quite the adventure just getting OVER the fence. Pretty sure the people who were using the mini-putt were like WTF IS THIS GIRL DOING. Especially because I still had my staff shirt on and my car was more or less hidden by a bunch of bushes. So you wouldn’t have seen it if you weren’t looking (it’s green, too).

I somehow made it to the ‘front desk’ sort of part and asked the guy working if I could use the phone. I told him my car had broken down on the highway and my cell phone had died. He was really nice, and told me to go ahead. So I got a hold of my mum, who called Bev (because I was going to be late for work) and CAA.

I cleaned up a bit in the washroom there (my hands were POUNDING because they hurt so bad and I couldn’t make them stop bleeding… they’re not really deep cuts, but you know how sometimes you can skin your hand kind of, and it won’t stop bleeding and it stings like mad?). My mum told me she’d come pick me up at the mini-putt, so stay there.

So I was walking back and forth, making sure the car was okay and waiting for her. The CAA guy came, so I had to hop over the fence again. I tried to get his attention from the other side, but it was too noisy. He had no idea where I came from and laughed at me when I said I had hopped over the fence. O_O

I got what I needed from the car, showed him my CAA card and he said he’d two it to whatever mechanic my mum told him to take it to. He was a little … not rude, but like, “Omg this stupid girl” kind of attitude until I showed him my member card. Then he was nicer. I apologized to him for being so frazzled.

So to wait for my mum, I had to make another journey over the damn fence. Where I caught my shirt, lost my shoe twice (so I was half way over and had to climb back down) and cut my wrist a bit. ~_~ Somewhere during the fence hopping I also managed to bruise my knee. The fence was really … rusty, so now I’m paranoid I’m going to get lockjaw or something. I cleaned my cuts out but my parents make me paranoid. My dad was totally joking around, but he’s the one who told me my appendix would burst and I’d die, when I didn’t even have an appendix so you can see why his words aren’t always exactly… reassuring.

I had an extra shirt (beacuse I wasn’t going to wear my campground shirt to the conservatory) so at least I could change and calm down a bit. My parents both came to pick me up, and I ended up making it to work for about 4:15 (I was supposed to start at four). Bev was able to get a hold of my 4:00 student and ask them to come at 5:00, so I didn’t miss anyone.

My mum called the mechanic and they said it would cost about $2000 to repair the car.

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Pretty sure the car isn’t even worth that much. So we’re not going to, and I’m going to take my mum’s old car (she got a new one recently) so I’ll have that until I go.

But wow, what a horrible hour. The worst part was when the steering wheel stopped working. I had a panic attack beacuse here I am going like 110km/hr (which lucky for me was not the speed I normally go at) and I can’t actually drive the car. I can’t speed up but of course, I could slow down. I was so worried I wouldn’t get out of the way and that some transport truck would crush me or something. O_O

So I’m reasonably safe and sound, the car is pretty much gone (I have to get some stuff out of it, but other than that, I’ll never see it again.

Today has been an up and down sort of day.

I’m still worn out for some reason. I’m assuming eating a meal a day probably isn’t cutting it, although I did have breakfast and dinner today. So that’s pretty good.

I have pretty much no apetite. Every now and then I get really hungry, but then even if I eat something small, it’s gone. At this point I guess I’m eating because I know I have to. Not beacuse I’m hungry or beacuse I like the taste of something, but because I know if I don’t, I’ll get sick.

That’s kind of messed up, but that’s how it is right now. I’m also kind of bummed about something that happened [or didn't happen, actually] the other night. I know that makes me lame and I know I can’t over think it and think it means something bad, because honestly, benefit of the doubt likely said I’m a sane person and not around. But I still can’t help but feel disappointed.

Work was okay today. Actually, the shift went amazingly fast. I hope it goes like that for the rest of the weekend!

The coolest couples seem to come in when Amanda and I are working. I think one of my personal favourites were the two guys who checked-in at the same time. They were in a group (two sites) and we said, “Are you together?” They replied, “Yeah, we’re together.” “Wait, no. We are, but you know, not like that. We have wives.” Haha.

Anyways, today we had this couple who called us about seven times because they were so lost getting there. One of the first times I talked to them she wanted to know if she had to go North or South.

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I wanted to say, well you’re coming to Canada… which you know, is north. So north would be the logical direction. Naturally I would never be rude like that on the phone (and I’m glad I wasn’t because they were super cool). It took them seven hours to reach us. It should have taken about four. :/ So when they got there they were not only exhausted, but relieved to finally have found us. When they got there they were looking at the map, and the one lady goes to the other, SEE. IF WE HAD JUST GONE THIS WAY WE WOULDN’T HAVE GONE THROUGH THE WHOLE CITY.

… those were the directions we had told them, haha. Apparently the driver wasn’t really listening to the directions.

When I was asking what kind of site they wanted, she said she didn’t care and if they hadn’t found us, she would have pitched a tent in any open field she found. That made us laugh. It was cute.

And on a completely unrelated note, driving home was a disaster.

First, I drove my mum’s car today. Which I hate driving because there’s no tape deck so I can’t plug in my iPod. Also, when I drive it I feel like a little old lady behind the steering wheel. I have no idea why, but the car makes me feel tiny. It’s not even a huge car or anything.

Then, coming home I ran into all this damn construction they’re doing. They don’t do it every night in the same spot, so you never actually know if it’ll be going on or not which is why I take the same route home. It was really bad tonight though; they closed one of the lanes and traffic was super backed up. Luckily, someone had opened this gate so that if you knew where you were going, you could sneak through there onto the service road.

Which I did.

Only to find that the lift bridge was up. -_-

So I had to wait until the boat went through, which I swear took forever, and then I could finally make my way home. It felt like such a disaster, haha.

On my way I passed this huge graveyard. For some reason, when I drive past a graveyard at night I always feel like I have to look as hard as I can at it, just in case I see something. I swear to god I saw stuff, but I have no idea if it was anything real or just the reflection of my headlights on tombstones. :/

It’s one of those things where I desparately want to see something like a ghost or spirit, but if I did I would probably pee myself and not be able to sleep.

The rest of the night has been pretty quiet. And I know I should be in bed already but I can’t help but stay awake. I’m tired, an dI’m not doing anything overly important so I have no idea what compells me to stay awake… but here I am. I need to stop going to bed at five in the morning.

So, with that said, I’ll try to sleep now.

(。・o・)お(。・д・)や(。・。・)す(。・_・)ノみ♪

Yesterday, I talked about how I got like a line of bug bites. Well I managed to take a photo using my new webcam. I had to sit like a pretzel, because you have to press a button to do a capture, but I did it!

They’re a lot better today than they were yesterday because Kat gave me some cortisone cream to put on it which really helped. But now that it’s worn off they’re so itchy. :/ I hate mosquitoes.

Okay so now a driving story.

I think I’m a decent driver. I try not to piss anyone off and although I sometimes drive too fast, I’m cautious. Or I try to be at least. Today I was coming home on that stretch of highway that his ridiculously narrow shoulders. Behind me and to my right, is a huge transport truck. With the brightest lights in the world. Shining. Right into my eyes via the rear view mirror.

I actually had to slouch a little bit to get the glare out of my eyes. It really pissed me off. I mean, how dangerous is that? It’s not like you don’t know they’re on.

I had to get over, because my exit was coming up. So I signaled and crossed to the next lane, and the dumbass starts flashing his lights. It’s not like he was on my ass, there was plenty of room. That irritated me even more, but then the truck changes lanes and is in the left lane. Where they are not supposed to be. There are huge signs saying “Trucks in the right lane only” or something to that nature.

THEN he speeds up. So I’m stuck beside the barrier with the smallest shoulder ever, and this huge dumbass transport truck. Not a location I’m happy in, but there was nothing I could do. I couldn’t speed up anymore because there was a car in front of me and there was no where else to go.

He sped up enough to pass the car in front of me, and then changed lanes again. First off, I was speeding so he had to have been going way too fast for that area in a lane he wasn’t even supposed to be in. It just really irritated me, for some reason.

And lately I’ve seen a ridiculous amount of people who apparently don’t know where their signal is located. It’s not hard to signal yet people seem to not be able to do it. I can’t read your mind! USE YOUR SIGNAL.

Okay, seriously. I am really really tired of all this rain.

Not only does it suck driving n the rain, but we get so many complaints from campers. I’m really tired of hearing, “MY SITE WAS WETTER THAN ALL THE OTHER SITES! IT’S THE WORST ONE OUT THERE!!11!!“.

Yes. You know what? It’s a conspiracy. We [the staff] took shifts carrying buckets of water to your site and your site alone to make sure that it was flooded more than any other site in the park. Melinda and I took the first shift and we really did a number on it. I mean seriously, who says that? We had one family (a few weeks ago) that insisted theirs was the worst in the park and that it was our fault.

Whatever.

When I was driving to the campground I noticed that the clouds looked… well, not the same as they always do. I took a few photos and if you look carefully, you’ll notice that it kind of looks like there are there vertical strings of clouds connecting the clouds to the ground. It’s pretty cool. (I really like clouds, apparently).

The crazy thing about yesterday is it was like POURING RAIN then two seconds later, nice and clear, then you waited two minutes and you were back to POURING RAIN… it went on and off at least five times on my way. We’ve also been having thunderstorms. Where it just thunders. Wednesday night (and early Thursday morning) it was really bad for that.

Not to mention, this is one cold summer. I know a lot of friends who aren’t from Canada make fun because Canada is stereotypically cold… but usually the summers here get really hot and humid. Yes, we do get days where the weather is over 100゜F. But lately with all the rain, it’s been really cool.

According to the news snippet I just saw on TV, they’re saying that gas prices will plummet!

REALLY!?

That would absolutely amazing. I know everyone who drives is in the same boat with the ridiculously expensive gas and how much it’s affecting prices and well, everything. The other day it cost me $68 to fill up my tank, and I was glad because last time it was over $70.

How sad is that?

I’m not really into using a chunk of my weekly pay cheque on gas. I was really glad when I heard that, haha.

Near where I live they’re doing construction on the highway, because they’re widening it.

I feel like they’ve been working on it forever. . . but fortunately the traffic coming home from work at night isn’t half as bad as it was last year. There’s only once I was in bumper to bumper traffic and it happened when I was past the Skyway and getting off at the exit.

Anyways, the whole point to this is that because they’re widening the highway, there are incredibly narrow shoulders on the road. The first few times I drove past that area it scared the crap out of me because I thought for sure that I would hit the side.

I’m used to it now, so it’s not such a big deal, but whe I was driving home the other night I kept thinking, Holy crap these are disgustingly narrow. Of course, I’m sure it’s not really as bad as I feel like it is. But it honestly feels like the barrier is HELLO RIGHT NEXT TO YOU!

I really hope they’re done sooner rather than later. ~_~

I took the above picture when I was driving. I know, that’s nice and safe. You can see my dirty windows, haha (it rained for about two minutes before I got the photo) but look how close that barrier is! LOOK AT IT!