First off, I had to go down and sign out a camera to do some video shooting for our next project. And because I've becoming absolutely horrendous about updating this thing, you don't even know about my first video project yet, but I'll get to that. For now I will just tell you that it was very audio themed, and my video instructor said that that made him sad.

Kyuui: 6, Video Dept: 1

Anyway, so after that, I did homework until 10, at which point Best Buy opens and I was free to go pick up my check. So I went down into the parking lot, hunted around a little, found my car, got inside. Put the key in the ignition, turned it.

Nothing.

And I mean, nothing. Not so much as a cough, sputter, or even a little tiny inhalation. I do think I heard a laugh coming from the engine. It sounded evil. I checked my headlights; they hadn't been left on. Nothing had. My car battery had died solely out of spite. My first thought was that I really need my car to start because I need to work Sunday morning at the typical ungodly hour when no one else on campus is even close to being awake, let alone willing to cart me to work.

First, I begged and pleaded with my car. When that didn't work, I tried guilt-tripping.

"Don't I take good care of you? Don't I make sure you never have less than half a tank of gas? Don't I give you the best gas money can buy?"

"You look for the cheapest gas you can find, ya jerk."

"But it's Citgo! You should be grateful that I don't bring you to Top Gas."

Anyway, that didn't work either. So next I did what any other reasonable person would do.

I called my mom.

I actually solved the problem myself, but did so in the process of talking to my mom, so that step was obviously crucial.

So I found a friend that had a car and begged and pleaded until she agreed to jump-start my car and then follow me to VIP so I could drop the car off and then ride back with her, because I suspected it would be a fairly long wait. Now, one might not think that changing a battery in a car would take that long, and in normal circumstances one would probably be right. However, I drive a 1993 Grand Prix, a car that was designed by the stupidest engineer on the planet, and the battery is actually underneath the windshield washer fluid tank and is surrounded by a casing which is impossible to take off if you don't have a Ph.D. And the guy at the desk said I was in a line that was about an hour long. While I didn't really mind waiting, I did have to be to work (down at the school) in an hour. But I thought, "Tomorrow's Saturday. I have all day to go pick it up. No big deal."

Yeah.

It wasn't until I got down to the school and started working that I recalled I have to monitor all day tomorrow. 9 to 5. VIP opens at 7 am but as you may be aware, convincing a hung-over college student to get up prior to 10 am on a Saturday morning for the sole purpose of bringing me to VIP so I can pick up my car and still make it to work on time would simply be impossible. So there was a further dilemma, as I have to be to work at that ungodly hour on Sunday and will require my car to get there. Furthermore, I've already bailed on both my Saturday monitoring job and my Sunday Best Buy job more times in the past month than most people are allowed in a year.

But I really need to get to bed, so I'll give you the sequel tomorrow.