It's '09 not '07!

Well, that whole car thing is definitely causing lots of trouble. Monday was supposed to be the day I got it, Tuesday was the next day I was supposed to get it-- now, it seems I won't be getting it until Friday.

Paperwork is the product of the devil. Why is that? Because, currently, I own the car I just can't drive it.

I put a number on a check that is way more than I have ever put on any piece of paper and in return I get a piece of metal that is smaller than my cell phone. That piece of metal was great while it lasted. It was kind of bent out of shape, like the car, and fit in my hand like it was made for me. Even though I had the key, I couldn't drive it because I needed tags and proof that the car was allowed on the road.

I'm with my mom--because, to be honest, I can't do anything without her. It would've been a lot scarier giving that much money to these people if mom hadn't given the thumbs up--and we go to this hole in the wall where I'm supposed to pay more money to get another piece of metal and a piece of paper. I'm waiting with Mom for an hour and a half. There are a lot of interesting people the state will allow to drive, by the way; I think I was the only normal person in that building and that's saying a lot since I'm not really normal. Yes! We get to the counter. The woman has beady eyes, a hair cut that one only sees on older ladies and these glasses that were frightening. We give her papers and she has this look of horror, but doesn't say anything is wrong. She just cringes at the papers and there's a lot of silence. "Is there something wrong?" Mom asks after this woman contorts her face in three other configurations. "Yeah. Blah blah blah." It amazes me how this woman thinks I understand what she's talking about. The woman takes the papers to someone else and after 10 minutes she comes back to tell us she can't take the papers because the date of expiration on one of the papers looks like 2007 and not 2009.

Maybe I'm bias, but when the areas of writing on a piece of paper isn't any bigger than an eighth of an inch the differentiation between a 7 and a 9 is tough. However, there are ways to tell that it is a 9. First thing, 7's don't normally have a hump. Plus, it wouldn't make sense for the person to write 2007. It's just not logical. Why would they do that? It's a waste of time for everyone involved.

So, after standing in line, not getting that metal, going back to Amity to relay to them the entire story as to why we couldn't register the car, I then had to return the key that I rightfully paid for! Now, we can't get back to the hole in the wall until possibly Friday.

And that was my day. Well, not the entire day-- the last half I spent being emo, in my room with the lights off, listening to oldies and eating Easter candy. Oldies didn't really fit the mood-- sometimes there are the I am a rock/Cathy's clown/there goes my baby oldies, but yesterday all they played were she loves me/it's rainin men/sh-boom oldies.

Today is less eventful, I have to work with a 40% chance of rain.


And that's why they call it the blues.
Carmen.