Do you remember how I said I needed my dad to fix my car before I went to Monticello???

Well, haha on me because I didn't get it done. I thought I could do it later...I bet you can guess what happened...

I went to deliever my artwork at the university open gallery and then I hungout with my boyfriend and ate lunch with him...I decided it would be a good idea to drive to my home and pic up my G-card that I had left at home (its a card I need to eat at college)...well, I drove home and noticed my car's temperature was going up and up and up and wouldn't come back down...it was in the red at 250 degrees (that isn't good)....So I decided just to park it and stay home until my dad can look at it...I missed my 2:00 class and I'm praying to God that he gets here before 3:00, so I can make it to my 3:30 class...

Stupid car. She hates me sometimes, I swear. I call her Beatrice which is a French name that means, "bringer of joy". Yes, she does bring great joy to my life, but she is french and is sometimes a real bitch...maybe its PMS??? Who knows?