The Slightest Sound

Neither Nigel nor the burrito deserved that.

Still getting used to the new car, as you can see, even though it’s already been two months. There have been times where I’m like “NO NO NO NOT AGAIN – oh, wait, it’s just my knee knocking against the paneling.”  Or I tune into a certain sound and turn off my music to find… Continue reading The Slightest Sound

Drew’s Steps to Road Trips: The Trip Home

The two things you do on the way home: sleeping and anticipating being at home.

It’s been a few days now since you’ve arrived in Colorado.  You’ve partied it up, bonded with your relatives’ dogs, and basically been having a grand old time on vacation.  But now, as with all things, it must come to an end.  And so begins the final part of your road trip: the journey home.… Continue reading Drew’s Steps to Road Trips: The Trip Home

The best sound to describe my state of mind right now is "HNNNNGGGGHHHH."

…yeah. I don’t know, you guys. It’s been a very, very surreal past couple of days.  And I’m sure it’s only going to stranger this weekend, since I’m probably not going to be able to leave the house due to inclement weather. First off, Wednesday evening, I get called downstairs by my mother who has… Continue reading

Click Click Click Click

Just a little jumpy, as you can see.

  Yes, folks, it’s true.  It appears (HOPEFULLY) that my car is finally, finally working the way that it’s supposed to. *cue Hallelujah chorus* And it seems as if all of the troubles can be blamed on one, small but in the scheme of things rather important, element: the key. Let me explain.  For the… Continue reading Click Click Click Click

Adulting: Pumping Gas

As you can see, it's a bit cold outside.

I thought pumping gas would be harder than it actually is, which is kind of why I put it off until I started up my car yesterday and thought, “Uh oh,” followed by the thought of me sobbing on the side of the road with an empty gas tank.  Never a good thought, trust me.… Continue reading Adulting: Pumping Gas

Driving = ARGH

I just wanted pens. PENS.

As someone who only got his driver’s license 5, 6 months ago, my feelings about driving have vacillated between “Look at me!  I’m an adult!  I can drive myself places! Vroom vroom!” to “HOLY CRAP I’M GOING TO DIE I’M GOING TO DIE I’M GOING TO DIE WHERE DID THAT TRUCK COME FROM AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!” Usually… Continue reading Driving = ARGH