Finally, with just 15 minutes of the class period remaining, the professor hands out the weekly Friday quiz and announces we can leave once we are finished.
It takes me roughly 5 minutes to complete the two story problems. I hand in the paper, and exit the classroom feeling as though a cloud was transporting me from place to place.
I embark on the 20 minute walk to my car parked across campus, so that I can drive to my dorm, grab my weekend materials, and peace out from Pullman to Priest Lake, Idaho.
After what felt like an hour walk, I arrived at my Nissan Sentra, unlocked the door, and slid in to the driver's seat, ready to blow off some steam from the week.
I slide the key into the ignition, crank it, and the engine hums to life.
I plug my iPod in, select my driving playlist, and then....
shit, nothing happened.
My car apparently does not appreciate be parked for ten days straight, as it decided to tard out in some way that caused the beautiful sound system to straight up not do anything.
Looking at my watch, I realize I was supposed to have been on the road 10 minutes ago, and I begin to sweat (like a bit more than usual I mean.)
I drive to my dorm in a slight fury, ride the elevator to my room, and grab my weekend stuff as well as my tools. Btw, by tools I mean screwdriver, for I really, really did not feel like driving 3 and a half hours with no music.
I spent 45 minutes inspecting the situation, jiggling loose wires, tightening screws, and along the way, I notice how shitty of a job the previous owner did when he installed everything.
At the peak of the annoyance, Adam Kester walked up and made some comment which I don't currently remember, and I almost stabbed him in the nose with my screwdriver, until I realized that might be counter productive, plus I don't want my screws getting all bloody.
At this point, all hope was lost and I gave up.
You know how in movies and whatnot, the main character or audience or whoever loses all hope, and then something crazy awesome happens?
Well yea, thats a load of shit.
I spent nearly 4 hours in my car, with only the occasional voice of my GPS to break the complete silence.
All in all I was a bit batty once I finally arrived at Indian Creek. Luckily my family was able to either calm me down, or just completely push me off the edge and into the pool of insanity in which I find myself swimming in from time to time.
Whichever one it was, I was in a better mood all night, and now being at Hills Resort (which has showers higher than my chin, thats 1up on college) it's all good.
I made the mistake of taking a two hour nap today, and thusly... I'm not really tired right now.
....Except now I kinda am, 'night!
