I Didn't Talk to You in H.S. but "HEY WHAT'S UP!?"

Wow wow wow.  Thanksgiving break is flying by which is so unfortunate because it has been lovely thus far.  I'm trying to look at it like if it was the start of a weekend I'd be pumped because it's only Friday night and I still have Saturday and Sunday.  Very upset that we have classes on Monday because in PA a lot of schools get off for the start of hunting season.  I'm not sure if that's the exact reasoning behind it, that's just what father used to tell me.  It's actually snowing though which I thought I wanted until I had to walk outside in my oxfords and small leather jacket because I was completely unprepared.  Furthermore, driving with Connor is his car was not good because he only has one working windshield wiper.  And the working one is on the passenger side.  Don't worry though guys, my dad would still prefer me with him driving in a car like that than having me drive my car with two working wipers.  Although he's treating his daughters equally which is refreshing because I received this text message from Mack about an hour after it started to snow.

"The fact that dad is picking up my friend and taking us to my other friends house is ridic[ulous] am I in 6th grade?"

No, she is not in 6th grade.  Dad just likes males behind the wheel; we must not take it personally.  I just find it funny because he is so adamant about this and nothing else.  Like, is this really the same man who quotes Sheldon from "The Big Bang Theory"?  The same man who tried to convince me to set free all of my pets at Presque Isle, despite it being most definitely illegal?  Could have fooled me.

The festivities of Wednesday night down town were a success, if you call seeing every high school peer you've ever known a success.  Seriously though, it felt like it was the unofficial reunion.  The peers of my graduation class are either all on their way to being raging alcoholics or we just went a little crazy because it was the first Thanksgiving we can drink our way to the feast.  It's just funny because I said hi to so many people I probably would try to avoid in any other public setting despite a bar.  Not because  I don't like them, just because it's easier sometimes.  It's easier than throwing around a bunch of formalities and pretending we can fit in talking about our last four years into a three minute conversation standing in the cereal aisle.  That may sound rude but I know everyone feels the same, thus we will all quickly veer into a different aisle at Wegman's when we see each other.  The bars are a free for all.  It was awesome.  There are loads of formalities but everyone is so much more enthusiastic about the answers.

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Challenge Accepted

Everyday, sometimes twice a day, I am faced with a decision that could potentially be life threatening.  To me possibly, but probably more for the man.  If you go to my university you know what I'll be talking about but if not I'll try and explain the situation logically.  In order to get onto campus we have to drive through this rather tight gate and the man in the parking booth has to verify you have your parking pass hanging in the window.  Mind you, this has got to be the easiest job of all time.  No offense to those men, but they sit in a booth and wave at people all day.  Maybe give directions or give a guest pass to every 23 cars that pass through.  Usually you'll just get a quick wave if you have your pass hanging and that means you can just drive right through.  After the first couple weeks I stopped slowing down when I drive through because even if they don't have time to see my pass hanging I still have it and therefore won't get ticketed when campus police has nothing better to do but search for illegally parked cars.  This happens surprisingly more often than not or else I definitely would not have paid the plus 100 dollars per semester for a parking pass.  If I was economically smart and financially set I would have paid the 175 dollar deal that was offered in the early summer which gets you a pass for the whole year, but what young adult thinks that way?  Not this one.  I wanted the pay the least amount of money as late as possible, I just couldn't justify spending that much in June just to be able to park my car somewhere.  I'm a dumb shit sometimes.
Now I have to muster up another plus 100 dollars to park for spring semester in the midst of holiday shopping season.  Sorry fam, you're about to get slighted.  It may even be worse than the year I wrote you all letters on notebook paper because I couldn't afford presents.

As I stated earlier about the life threatening situation when it comes to the parking thing, this happens when I drive past the booth.  The men wave, but I've found when I try to wave back sometimes while maneuvering the curve in the road that surrounds the parking booth at the same time I don't always feel  completely in control.  Yesterday I thought I was going to crash right into the booth.  I'm not driving as fast as you may be picturing, but when you're driving on a turn and you decide to wave WITH EYE CONTACT (because a wave without eye contact would be like I'm summoning him to come with me or something and these are pretty old men who stand in the booth so that's creepy.  Ok it'd be creepy no matter their age) with one hand there's no way you can 100% maintain TOTAL control of the vehicle.
I suppose I could just do a slight roll through the parking gate and I wouldn't have to worry about it.  Or just not wave and come off as a cold hearted snobby bitch.
But I'd rather face these difficult encounters daily because they make my days more challenging.

If it's not that I'm basically limited to the challenge of trying to wash my face without soaking my entire bathroom countertop.  Or trying to cut tomatoes without having every seed come out of the middle.  These are the types of things I have on my bucket list to be able to do.

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My Horn Makes Me Giggle

UGH CAR TROUBLES.   So frustrating.  You know what would be even more frustrating?  If I actually had to pay for anything besides filling the gas tank.  Whatever, I'm young by today's standards.  And, Dad, if I had the money for car repairs, I'd lie and say I didn't.  Just kidding.  I would step up to the plate and pay it myself.  I hope I'm not jinxing myself because the '99 Corolla they have me drive around in doesn't currently need a repair, it's just having a very awkward and POTENTIALLY dangerous issue.  Of course, leave it to my vehicle to possess an issue that makes people think I'm weird.  It unlocks itself incessantly.  At first, I literally thought it was a conspiracy issue and some mean people playing a joke.  I locked my car and started walking away when it did the double-beep as if I unlocked it.  I walked back to my car and it was, indeed, unlocked.  What the fuhhhh.  I proceeded to lock it manually using the key and started strolling away and it double beeped 15 seconds later.  Mind you, my cars beep is a polite chirp and unmistakably mine.  (I had a couple instances this fall with Genna driving with me and cars in front of me have started reversing almost straight back into me.  Cue mad honking.  My honk sounds like a greeting at a tea party.  Like I'm saying "Hi, it's nice to see you Jeep Liberty!  Don't worry, it'll be ok if you reverse into the front of my vehicle."  I think me screaming out my car window is 100% more efficient than beeping my horn.)  I then heard people laughing in the distance and somehow rationalized the fact they had a little machine bought off the black market that can automatically unlock old cars.  So of course I pretended I didn't care that my car was unlocked and casually walked into my apartment complex.  It wasn't the fact that my car was unlocked that was the issue, the most valuable thing that they could take is my $22 TJ Maxx sunglasses or my Poverty & Welfare book.  Not exactly worried.  What worried me, in that moment, is that people cared enough to mess around with my little car.

Looking back jumping to the black market product conspiracy was a little much, my imagination can go a little wild sometimes.  So then I believed it was haunted.  This lasted for a few minutes.  I went to Google and wasn't really successful because most said to take it into the mechanic, and I'm not doing that.  It's driving fine and remains locked while driving, which I think is the most important because that means random pedestrians can't just jump into the passenger seat whenever they please.  I hear that happens sometimes.  Ask Genna.
I'm going to change the battery on my car lock/unlock/push button thingy (?) because maybe it's like a fire alarm and chirps the car whenever the battery is low.
Please give me an A+ for these multiple rationalizations for my car problems.

Time for the Presidential debate that rudely took up the space of New Girl.  Grr.  Well, we all know the debate will be just as, if not more, entertaining and at times awkward (seriously when they blatantly ignore and speak over the mediator I cringe and just feel uncomfortable).

Best Text I Received Today: From Connor at 7:51am "When sharing the bed with someone who has sleeping trouble the partner loses an average of 49 minutes of sleep a night.  Just heard it on the radio." 

AKA:  Ali this means you should willingly offer to sleep on the couch every night because it's now clearly proven you're contributing to my lack of alertness and energy throughout every day.  

Nah.  You'll be ok.  
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