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| so, i suppose this is really, really behind the times, but for the new people out there (as if there are any) check out my new site, ilovedrugs | | |
| i am such a dork. relatively simple concepts baffle me. i need help, serious help.
today, i went to the chevron gas station at gilbert and southern to fill up. i have never done anything more difficult in my life. it is a gas station with three nozzles at each pump and depending on which blend of gas you want, you take the according nozzle. i have never pumped gas at one of these types before; i always go to the places where they have one nozzle and you press a button. i was baffled by this. so i prepay inside and go to fill up; the pump won't work. whenever i pull back on the handle, it doesn't do anything, no gas is coming out. when i had taken the nozzle out of its holder, a little gas spilled out so i assumed that something must be wrong with the pump. so i go inseide, tell the girl working there who said that she knew pump 2 (the pump i was on) was working, but she said that she would put me on pump 4. the same thing happened. i stick the nozzle in the tank and pull on the handle and it still won't work. so i head back inside. another thing about this gas station, it has automatic sliding doors. so i am walking and this guy goes in and then i turn to go in the doors, as they are closing after he went, expecting the doors to sense me and to reopen. they didn't. i was walking through the doors and they were still closing. i got squeezed in between them. everyone waiting in line saw me and laughed. after breaking free from the doors, i tell the girl that pump four is not working. she says that she knows that pump is working. so she asks me if i flipped the metal thing up. i had no idea what she was talking about, so she walks with me out there and shows me what she's talking about (you have to flip up that metal thing that the nozzle sits in). so then everythign worked and as the car was getting filled, i noticed a handy little diagram next to the pump, explaining what i was supposed to do. my car finished filling up and i had change left, but i didn't get it because i was afraid of getting trapped in the doors again. it was quite a wild experience.
my name is amanda and i am an idiot. | | |
| i saw owen for the first time today. what a doll.
panic mode: u of a's first scholarship review deadline is sept 1. i applied tonight. | | |
| well. well, well, well.
adding to the generalization that all women are obsessed with marriage and getting married and everything related to marriage and getting married, marshalls has started selling underwear with pictures of a bride and goom on them and underwear with a picture of a wedding cake on them. and it's not even like underwear that says "wear it on your wedding night" or something else indicating that it's underwear only worn on certain occasions. crazy.
by the way, i love men. not in the sense that like i am in love with them, i just like it better when they come to the fitting rooms than when women come to try on clothes. when men try on clothes, they try on a make of four items and chances are that, 90% of the time, they will take all four items and buy them. when women try on clothes, they try on like 18 items and 98% of the time buy only two of them so i have to put the rest away. and men are a lot better about putting their clothes on the hangar.
yes! next week i only work monday and tuesday, from 5-10 each night and then i have the rest of the week off. and i have nothing really planned. hint, hint.
i forgot the book for english. what a goof.
if you want to go to tucson, contact me. telepathically, that is. | | |
| i got my ap scores today. finally. | | |
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