May 27th, 2008
Dang car troublesSo I went to the library earlier today to grab a book on hold for me (note to self: add to the list of books you're currently reading!), came home, had my mom park my car (shut up, even my mom has trouble parking where I have to), and everything was peachy keen.
But then I got some money from my mom to go to the grocery store. I drove there and when I went to get out of my car, nothing happened. I pulled the door handle a few more times--nothing. Locked, unlocked, tried again. Nothing. I had to crawl out my passenger side. With a guy in the car next to me. I went over to my driver door and it opened from the outside perfectly fine. I was looking at the side of it and everything, trying to see if something was caught in it. Nothing. The guy rolls down his window and asks if everything is okay. Haha. God.
So I get my stuff and come home. When I get home, the door still won't work.
So I have no clue what happened to it. It worked last time I was in the car. Mom was last. I don't think she did anything--all she did was park it. Who knows.
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Angela. 19 years old, 20 on November 10th. College sophomore. Psychology major. In love. Likes Music. Movies. TV. Web design. Reading. Driving. iPods. Guitar Hero. Scented candles. Shoes, especially heels and flats. Makeup. Texting. Shopping. Green. Elephants and zebras. Jewelry. Dislikes Spiders. Peppers. Anxiety. Big animals. Traffic. Bad movies. Tornado watches. Badly coded CSS. 