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Ok. Love the rain. Really I do.
Hate. Myself and my car.
Hate myself because I was lazy and didn't change my windshield wipers as frequently as I should.
Now hate my car because the driver's side window became all stupid a few months ago and now there's no tight seal on the window so it.. that's right.. leaks. I have the wettest butt ever when I get out of the car. It's awesome. :)
Oh. And why do I hate myself about my narsty windshield wipers? Because today, while driving to school, and without my realizing it, the metal in the rubber blade of the wiper popped out and scraped my windshield ever so much creating a thin.. now permanent arc where the windshield wipers go.
Yay for being poor and not being able to fix the little stupid crap on my car.
Go me.
So it's time to pony up my mad Macgyver skillz and get into the panel of my driver's side door and attempt to fix my window. I know how take apart that panel anyway so if anything I can at least look at what may be causing the problem and such. ( Yah that's right. I can take my car apart n stuff. That's hot. Woot woot. :))
It just always feels like it's something. Ug.
Oh well.
Busy weekend I suppose. Working open house bright and early tomorrow morning. Working tomorrow afternoon til closing. Sunday I'm working and then back to school.
I'm.... feeling a little teensy bit freaked out and overwhelmed. While admittedly, I'm doing it to myself and it's things to keep me moving in the right direction. I'm getting the slight creepings of that graballmycrapandrunawayquicklywhilestscreaming feeling. But I won't. I just have to keep going.
And I have to stop letting my fears rule me.
I'm terrified that I'm going to do badly here and that my talent level won't be high enough to actually get me anywhere.
No.
I refuse to believe that.
Totally illogical.
:: kick kick kick :: Go away bad thoughts.
Happy thoughts.
Just... think.. happy... thoughts.
.....exhale.
Hate. Myself and my car.
Hate myself because I was lazy and didn't change my windshield wipers as frequently as I should.
Now hate my car because the driver's side window became all stupid a few months ago and now there's no tight seal on the window so it.. that's right.. leaks. I have the wettest butt ever when I get out of the car. It's awesome. :)
Oh. And why do I hate myself about my narsty windshield wipers? Because today, while driving to school, and without my realizing it, the metal in the rubber blade of the wiper popped out and scraped my windshield ever so much creating a thin.. now permanent arc where the windshield wipers go.
Yay for being poor and not being able to fix the little stupid crap on my car.
Go me.
So it's time to pony up my mad Macgyver skillz and get into the panel of my driver's side door and attempt to fix my window. I know how take apart that panel anyway so if anything I can at least look at what may be causing the problem and such. ( Yah that's right. I can take my car apart n stuff. That's hot. Woot woot. :))
It just always feels like it's something. Ug.
Oh well.
Busy weekend I suppose. Working open house bright and early tomorrow morning. Working tomorrow afternoon til closing. Sunday I'm working and then back to school.
I'm.... feeling a little teensy bit freaked out and overwhelmed. While admittedly, I'm doing it to myself and it's things to keep me moving in the right direction. I'm getting the slight creepings of that graballmycrapandrunawayquicklywhilestscreaming feeling. But I won't. I just have to keep going.
And I have to stop letting my fears rule me.
I'm terrified that I'm going to do badly here and that my talent level won't be high enough to actually get me anywhere.
No.
I refuse to believe that.
Totally illogical.
:: kick kick kick :: Go away bad thoughts.
Happy thoughts.
Just... think.. happy... thoughts.
.....exhale.
