Sorry, time to play some catch up! Future me, this should line up with August 29th.
I tried my hand at fan fiction! I’m not gonna share it publicly (for now) but I’m proud of how it turned out, even if it was a bit short and didn’t have the trademark gratuitous sex or violence that fanfiction gets known for. Not telling you what it was, again privacy.
After that, I went to the Queer club on campus and hung out for a bit in there :D that was pretty fun, just chillin out with people that I know for sure don’t hate me for what I am :33
And that night, I was gonna hang out with my friends, but somethin a little screwy happened. My fuckin car broke down right before I could park, and I just kinda had to sit and partially block the parking garage for about an hour until my dad came. I called him because he’s the guy who knows how cars work, and I apparently knew less than I thought I did.
He figured out the problem immediately; one, that I ran out of antifreeze and it was making the engine overheat (that part I knew, and I thought I had it covered when I bought what I thought was antifreeze); and two, what I put in the engine last time it ran out was NOT antifreeze. In fact it is one of the few things that you should not under any circumstance put in that part of the engine: window washer fluid. Actual antifreeze would’ve worked, as would literally normal ass tap water, but I put in the one substance that mixes with the other chemicals in the engine to form big globs that stop up the pipes in the engine and potentially poison me or make the car explode. What the FUCK.
I thank the old guy that told me to buy “orange” when I was out the first time and put it in there, but 1. there are other orange things that go in a car and 2. the brand of antifreeze that really is orange doesn’t work in my car, I would’ve needed the green one, which is what my dad put in.
I’ll conclude that conundrumous cavalcade by thanking someone who really did give me the correct kind of antifreeze for my car, completely for free and out of kindness and sympathy. Thank you. I gave it back to them that night though because like I said, dad brought his own and used it. still quite grateful.
And so, I ended that night fucking exhausted out of my mind, and even then, didn’t sleep for more than 2 or 3 hours. More on that in the next one.