The one with the escapee and the immobilized car

Consider this blogging twice in one day thing an anomaly.  My friends (yes, I have friends) are already sick of hearing me talk about it. I’m thinking about giving them aliases just for kicks and giggles. I made them speed through all of our evening plans (dessert-eating, stalking fraternity row during rush, going to Kroger) so that I could get home to blog. I even told my parents to read it.

Hey mom. Hey pop. Hey little sister.

I wanted to share with you today’s excitement. As a brief disclaimer: I am an excellent rules-of-the-road follower. I’m not one of these students who accumulate thousands of dollars in parking tickets each semester. (Manny Campo would never pay that bill. And neither would this girl. Frugality is my middle name. GFC.) Anyway, I came out of math lab today with a shiny, orange boot on my tire. Isn’t that loving? Gosh, UPD, you shouldn’t have! Why did I get it? It’s because they think I still drive my old car and just stuck an illegal decal onto it-- even though the last time I registered my old car in their system was my senior year in high school. Their fault. I’ll be marching my sweet behind into parking appeals Wednesday afternoon to try to get out of my $115 debt to the university. I was scared my car was going to run out of gas while I waited on the guy to come remove the boot… Talk about “immobilizing my vehicle”… eek.  They also made me scrape my old decal off the Sentch (Sentra) with a razor blade they gave me. I felt like such a grown-up. Told them that if I chopped a finger off, I was suing.

10 fingers later, filled up on gas ($3.17/gallon. Heck yes.), and the boot gone, I’m nearing content.

Also, my neighborhood sent out a scary letter threatening to tow cars that are illegally parked. If I make it through another week still in possession of my car, it’ll be a victory worth celebrating.

Oh, and there’s an Oxford prisoner on the loose. I’m scared to move from one room to another in my house. “He was last seen wearing an orange jumpsuit,” according to the email I just got. Good to know. I’ll be sure to not let him inside when I see him peeking in my windows.