That's good learnin' right there

[whiski_sour]

Tuesday, one of the various clubs at school was handing out condoms in the commons in prep for World AIDS Day. I didn't notice this as I came in, but Tanya, who's in my criminology class and at least ten years older than me, did and told a group of us about it when we were outside smoking between classes.

Tanya: I didn't realize what they were giving away. I thought they were giving away candy until I got up there. They're giving away condoms.
Me: Well, you can chew condoms like gum. They're rubbery. Of course, they might not taste so good.
Tanya: Oh, I'd like to see you blow a bubble with a condom! *pause* Nevermind, I bet you could.
Me: Hey! That didn't sound much like a compliment!

Yesterday I had a chance to talk to Dad about what we had discussed in criminology the day before, which was about drugs. The conversation turned to legalizing pot.

Dad: People who smoke pot aren't a danger to anyone. It's not like PCP. Those people get high and run down the street naked, stabbing people. Pot doesn't make you do that. I think one day, every month should be reserved for it.
Me: What? Smoking pot or running down the street naked and stabbing people.
Dad: Yes. Make that two days a month. A weekend. But you have to do the naked thing first. If you smoke pot the first day, the next day you won't want to run down the street naked, stabbing people, and that kinda defeats the purpose of the weekend.


Remember my little gas snafu yesterday? Yeah, well, apparently I wasn't out of gas. My car wouldn't start this morning. I tried putting gas in it again (fuck, it worked yesterday). Still no soap. Called Dad. He tried it (and in the process spilled about a half a gallon of gas all over the damn place) and couldn't get it to start. So I ended up taking his car to school and he continued to dick with it.

Final verdict: It's either the fuel pump or the wiring connected to the fuel system. Either way, there's a potential for me getting even further in debt with my father. Or I'm getting a fuel pump for Christmas. Tis the season for car parts.

Tomorrow is Dad's last day of work before vacation. He'll be off for a month, providing he doesn't break anything this year. I'm hoping he finds something constructive to do so he stays out of my way. I don't mind him being home, but the man goes through spells where he goes out of his way to be annoying and then when I ask him to knock it off, he gets more annoying. This is probably why Mummy threw the lamp at his head that one time.

Carrie just told me JF is working again. I guess I'd better make use of it while I can.

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/_hellfire/]

Why must your car anger you? *whaps it*

[whiski_sour]

Not to sound sexist, but I think it's because it's a girl car and totally tempermental. My boy cars weren't this persnickity. And the other girl car I had was like...drunk. So I think that's what the problem is. *nods*

[one-more-cherry.livejournal.com]

*has horrible, horrible Howie Mandel Related Flashbacks*

WL,
Missy

[whiski_sour]

I told you not to drop acid while watching Bobby's World!

[one-more-cherry.livejournal.com]

*DIES!*

...I miss that show..

WL,
Missy