February 19, 2005
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Hmmm. So, cars are just not meant to be….
This morning, the car doors are frozen shut. My dad gets the doors open. Then, guess what happens. The car doors won’t open!! When I’m in there! So, I get a little clausterphobic when I think I can’t get out of small, enclosed spaces. I’m ok with small spaces, it’s just that when I think I can’t get out, then I start to freak out, like I did this morning. I started hypervenitlating, and I was shaking really bad. I’ve never shaked like this before, it was scary. I was on the brink of losing complete control when I forced myself to calm down and breathe. So, yay, did that…got the door unstuck (well, my dad did).
THEN….today, my dad came home and said he didn’t pick up Ashley. Okay. We go to the store, then go pick her up in the other car. Well, we just left Ashley’s when DUN DUN DUN!!….the fan stops working. Hmmm. A couple miles later, the headlights look a little dim, as do the dashboard lights. (Anyone know what’s going on yet?) So yeah…we’re driving along….guess what!!! THE BATTERY’S DEAD. We went through eons of stoplights on a dead battery…dunno how we made it home…it was a miracle. I’m surprised we made it home, with no headlights, no dashboard lights, the engine light flashing and the air bag light flashing. We just barely made it into the driveway, it almost stalled a few times and a few close calls there….hadda drive with the window open, having turned off the thinger to save what little battery juice we had…and it’s COLD in MN in the winter time….
Yeah. I think me and my dad and vehicles just don’t work……
Lights go out and I can’t be saved
Tides that I tried to swim against
Have brought me down upon my knees
Oh I beg, I beg and plead
Singing
Come out of things unsaid
Shoot an apple off my head
And a trouble that can’t be named
A tiger’s waiting to be tamed
Singing
You are
You are
Confusion that never stops
The closing walls and ticking clocks
Gonna come back and take you home
I could not stop, that you now know
Singing come out upon my seas
Curse missed opportunities
Am I a part of the cure
Or am I part of the disease
Singing
you are, you are
You are, you are
You are, you are
You are, you are
And nothing else compares
And nothing else compares
And nothing else compares
And nothing else compares
You are, you are
Home, home where I wanted to go
Home, home where I wanted to go
Home, home where I wanted to go (you are)
Home, home where I wanted to go (you are)
