I finally got my car fixed! The guy who fixed it for us also charged us very little to fix both mine and my sisters cars. $210 for replacing a power steering pump, sealing a transmission leak, and putting in new bearings. He’s a great guy.

Anyway, since I have freedom again, I’ve been looking around for places to go. The Taste of Minnesota is taking place this weekend, and me and my girlfriend are going on Friday. Atmosphere and P.O.S are playing. Fuck yeah, Minnesota!

Something else that I’ve been getting into recently is fishing. Good ol’ Minnesotan culture, eh? Not really. I’ve gone fishing everyday this week, and haven’t even gotten a nibble.

Oh, hey guys. Check out my awesome car. Just look at that beauty.

This car is literally bleeding to death. Whatever you could think of that goes wrong with cars, will go wrong with mine. When my sister had it, she had problems with it overheating. We fixed it but we put in over $400 to get that fucker fixed. Now, when my sister handed it down to me, I’m having problems with the power steering. I make the slightest turn left or right, and you can hear the car growl at me. It’s the worst sound you will ever hear, in your entire life. I wish I could record the sound and show it to you guys, but sadly I don’t even want that sound to be recorded, where it stays forever, and ever, only to be heard countless more times by future generations.

The power steering pump happens to have a crack in it, so it leaks power steering fluid all over my driveway.

God damnit, I’m mad. Also WordPress 3.0 is cool.

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I don’t care if it’s not the law in your state yet, wear your fucking seatbelts.

I always wear my seatbelt, because I’m always the one driving, and I’m not retarded. So I’m with my girlfriend, and she’s kind of drunk. Her sister and her sister’s friends start begging me for a ride, so I give in and decide to drive them a few miles to a party. They are drunk too, and all three of the girls in my car decide not to wear their seatbelts. So I’m driving down the street right, when I see up ahead two men wearing crossing guard vests standing on the corners of the street. I don’t really think much of it, but when I stop at the stop sign, it turns out that it was a cop, and they were doing a routine check on seatbelts. There were honestly cops all the way up and down the cross-street. Since the three girls in my car weren’t wearing their seatbelts, he asks me to pull over up ahead and to talk to the officer up there.

The cop takes our ID’s, and goes back into his squad car checking out background. It takes him around 30 minutes to do his business, at which point I was freaking out, because in Minnesota, 16 year old drivers are only supposed to have 1 other passenger in their car. He comes back and gives the three girls tickets, all of them are $110. Bullshit, I know. I was really fucking surprised that I didn’t get in trouble for having more than 1 passenger, but my guess is that they didn’t give me one because the other two passengers were over 18.

Yep, that’s my story. So wear your mother fucking seatbelts. I don’t care if you’re too cool.