I just gotta vent a little here...
The week started relatively ok. The usual school ---smurf-poo---, but other than that nothing out of the ordinary.
Wednesday rolls around, and the air temp here is about 6 degrees. Pretty cold, but gonna get colder. I'm driving my Jeep to Parkland College for my engineering courses. I dont get 5 miles down the road and something doesnt feel right. Its snowing and blowing and just generally crappy winter weather outside. I pull over, and find that my front driver side tire blew out a side wall. Freakin great. I pull over at a roofing company and call for help. Dad shows up a half hour later, we get the tire changed with the ---smurfy--- little donut that comes with the Cherokee. I limp it home and miss class. Dad takes the tire to Tire Barn for a replacement. The guy at the counter checks the code on the tire and finds that MY TIRES ARE 13 YEARS OLD!! Thats a good 4 years older than my vehicle, theres no way they have 150K miles on them. Anyway, theres $400 bucks spent for three new tires (already had to buy a new one last year...) Seriously, who the hell sells a vehicle with 13 year old tires on it??
That day the snow gets worse, so we get out of school an hour early. Great, until I get tackled into two different snow banks, 5 minutes apart. Quite uncomfortable. All this happened in one day, so I figured I'd go home and fire up the Neo Geo for some Bust a Move therapy. Turn on my machine, nothing. Great. After three hours of trouble shooting and a couple good shocks, I fix the machine. Too late to play, gotta do some homework.
The next day, school gets canceled. Sweet, right? Not really. Now I have to get up at 6 for an hour of class at Parkland, then come home and sit around all day. So I get up, go into class, everything is fine. That day the air temp was about 13 BELOW with a windchill of -35. COLD! I go to start my parents' Yukon (can't be driving on ---smurfy--- 13 year old tires, right?) and Ill be damned if it doesnt start. Luckily after a bit of prodding it comes to life, but it sounds like its singing its death song. I let it warm up in the parking lot for about 20 minutes before trying to move. By this point Im feeling frost bit to I limp it home. The horrible sound stopping 500 feet from the house. Terribly nerve-racking ride. I get home and relax. The next day brings the same with the terrible sound with the Yukon, but I shrug it off. Itll be fine.
So today I was playing Fallout 3 on my 360 for a couple hours (spectacular game, really!) I shut it off for 20 minutes to eat dinner. I go to turn it back on and lo and behold, red ring of death. This is the second time I've had to have it repaired. I guess Im lucky considering it was manufactured the week before the 2005 launch, but still. Now I have to send it in and go without gaming for a month. Just an inconvienience.
Oy. I've been running all week with school, very little sleep. Thanks for letting me vent.
Please, someone smack me around and tell me that you've had a worse week...