October 25, 2001
9:58am

About two days ago I went to some auto shops to see what was up with the steering in my car. The wheel has been stiff and hard to turn almost every morning for the past two weeks (though once the car heated up, it was fine). I was informed that my rack and pinion probably needed to be replaced, and it would cost around $300 to $400.

$400!

My car is only worth about $400. They were crazy if they thought I was going to buy a car part that is worth as much as the car itself. That's when I had to sit down and have a heart-to-heart with my car. I told it that now was a time that we all had to make sacrifices. We all had to make due with what we had. I stressed the importance of being a team player; especially during such situations. Hopefully it got the point. If it requires anything more than gas and an oil change, it's out of luck.

I went to see Mulholland Drive with my drawing class night. Well, not really. Only my teacher and three other people showed up. I guess everyone else decided to have a free night instead. They didn't miss much.

That movie made no sense whatsoever.

I can't even tell you what it's about. I sat in the theater for two and a half hours, and I still don't understand what I saw. I know David Lynch has a reputation for making unusual movies. However, I'm surprised anyone in Hollywood would give him money to make a two and a half hour movie that made absolutely no sense. It's like he sat down one day and thought, "Hmm. I wonder how I can shove a dead girl, some hot lesbian action, and Billy Ray Cyrus all into one movie. Wait, I know!" After which he joyfully set to work creating two and a half hours worth of drivel. I know I'm of the MTV generation, but I can stretch my attention span over vast amounts of time. I just have to be rewarded for it in the end, and this movie was seriously lacking that.

At the end of the movie we walked out of the theater and into monsoon season. It's been raining a lot around here lately, but last night was really horrible. Of course that would happen when I'm 30 minutes away from home and in an unfamiliar area. I was on edge because I get lost really easily and I didn't want it to be midnight before I finally found my way home. Sharing the highway with huge semi trucks swaying between narrow cement construction blockades in the driving rain didn't do much for my nerves, either. By the time I made it home my whole body was flooded with adrenaline and my back ached from hunching over the wheel in utter terror.

I was going to a Halloween party on Friday, but it has been cancelled. I'm going to hang out with Renae instead. (I wonder how my nerves are going to stand up to that.) I wonder if I can interest her in seeing Monsters Inc. I can't wait to see it. Unlike yesterday's movie venture, it will actually make sense.