Like, Chalk?!?

I am sitting here in a chalky classroom, and I am reminded of my car brakes. The front one seems to be going out, and it makes squeeking, and screeching noises as I drive along (it does one or the other, depending if I am on a curve, or breaking, and so on.) I changed them recently, but for some strange reason they have decided to go evil again. I gotta get Mechanic to change it. Ohh, and I don't say the mechanic, because there is a spanish guy, that is a very good mechanic, so he is know as "Mechanic." He is kewl, but sometimes freaky. He has the hots for my mom, so she doesn't really like driving with him alone.

Anywho, he is damn good, and if I can find the front and read brakes for my car, I'll buy them. He should be in tonight at about 5. That is what we are planning at least. It all depends on the auto parts store(s) having the brakes.

Ohh, and I took MARTA train downtown today. I spent 5 minutes trying to get the tokens, and finally the guarding guy came by, try my bill, and just let me in. The machines were acting up, and he was aware of that. So I got a free ride downtown on MARTA, *smiles.* I will have to take the train until my breaks are fixed. I don't wanna be driving 79 miles on Hwy 85, and try to break, just to find out I can't. Yeah, too many random objects on the fast lane. Let's see, the last three were a broken armoire, and big white bench, and I think a wicket chair. All weird random pieces of furniture decorating the highway, and more or less making some cars go *boom*

It's life, it's the highway, we all get used to it. Well, as long as my car is intact, I will be used to it. When I get into a tragic car accident, I will shiver at the thought of a highway probably. Who knows...