I have now discovered that my car has so much torque, it twisted the belt that drives the power steering pump so bad, that it snapped the bolts that hold the power steering pump to the engine block and what do you know? I don't have power steering anymore. For a while, at least. This is fucking fantastic. Jeff and I tried our hardest to get the damn thing fixed last night and we thought we had it until I desperately tried to drive to school this morning. I had absolutely no power steering. When I got to school, I popped the hood and there was power steering fluid everywhere. Apparently we didn't tighten one of the lines good enough and the fluid leaked out overnight. When I got to school ten minutes late this morning, I went to the main office and called Jeff and woke his ass up. I told him that I absolutely could not drive this thing out of the parking lot once I get out of school. I had so much trouble just trying to drive it to school this morning. So he's meeting me here when I get out for lunch and we're swapping cars. I get to drive the 'Z' to Tech today. Yay? So everything's all fucked up with the TAKS testing all this week. Thank God I finished and passed that shit last year. For some ungodly reason though, us Seniors have to be here for the entire day today and tomorrow. Thursday and Friday we don't have to be here until eleven though. Last year the Seniors got late arrival all four days. Double-u, tee, eff? Whatever. I get my class ring Friday. I'm excited. I've been waiting months for this damn thing. Still jobless and still no phone calls. Blah. I hate this shit. I guess this is it. There's still almost 45 minutes left in this period. I don't know what I'm going to do. Probably go insane. I hate the kids in this class. ♥Krittle ______________________________________________________________________ *edit* I think this is a little too patriotic looking. Agreed?