Originally posted: March 29, 2007
I went country dancing at the Fun Park for the first time since at least November. I'm still trying to figure out why I ever stopped going. It was lots of fun. I made a fool of myself since I don't remember anything. I used to be semi-decent, but now I don't remember much of anything. I should have kept going. I'd be decent by now. Maybe it's the stamp on my hand that made me stop going. Now people are going to be asking me all day what the faded blue stamp on my hand is for. Either that or "country dancing huh. Well, see ya later."
I think this small cut I have on my toe is infected. I don't really remember what it was that I dropped, but I dropped something on my foot in the bathroom. It hit my right big toe right where the toe nail begins. I don't know if you've ever dropped something there, but it kinda hurts. It didn't look bad immediately after. It was just a small faint red line. It hurt, but only slightly. I forgot about it for a couple of days. It's been about a week now. I think it's infected or something. It's all bright red now. And if I walk just right, it kind of hurts.
I ran out of gas yesterday. I don't care what anybody says, I'm blaming it on the hill. Here's why. I drove home from the local gym that I frequent, Spring Creek Fitness (cheap plug). I got home from there just fine. The low fuel light didn't even come on or anything. I have to park on a hill though. When I went out later to start my car it wouldn't start. Everything sounded as if it was going fine, except the part where it wasn't starting. It sounded to me like it wasn't getting gas. I was so confused. I know I had gas. That's when I got the idea that maybe since I was on a hill the gas was in weird spot of the tank and wasn't getting to the engine. I thought maybe I'd roll down the hill a bit, let the gas slosh around a bit and see what happened. It sounded a lot closer to starting than it did before, but still no go.
That's when I went inside and said who wants to take me to the gas station. Nate McJerk said I don't want too. All right he didn't say anything at all, but only because Justin McCool said he would before Nate had the chance to say no. Appearantly gas cans in this town are a rare commodity. We went to the Aggie Station there on 14th. I should have known that a gas station wouldn't have any gas cans. We then went to Lee's. Every other grocery store I've been to has had gas cans. But then I went to this one, so that isn't true anymore. We finally just went to Wal*Mart. We used the secret back door there by the tire center. Using that door makes Wal*Mart seem like a whole new store.
After 20 minutes of figuring out how to work the gas can, I finally filled it up. 1.635 gallons or something like that. (That's important for later). I got back to my car and filled her up. It started up no problem. Now here is why I blame the hill. I put in all of the 1.635 gallons and it said I almost had a quarter of a tank. That would mean the my tank only holds approximately 8 gallons of gas. That's a lie. I put more that 8 gallons of gas in my car all the time. I think the record is like 12.8 something.
So there it is. I DID NOT run out of gas yesterday. I parked on a hill
But anyways, the point of that story is that I have a gas can for sale.
I intended to write more, but I've run out of time.
Song of the Web Log:
'Out Of Gas' by Modest Mouse
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