thoughts and happenings
A year or two ago, everyone thought that I was younger than I actually was. I think I felt this way as well. Now, apparently I look my age. Is this because I've lost that innocent, idealistic look in my eyes? Am I more cynical, more heavy hearted, more weary of the world? Or is it just this goatee thing that I've grown on my chin?
On another note...
The other day, a couple of the girls from the lab went to get a cake, and pranged the car on the way back. Nobody was hurt, but the car's steering was a little wonky. Myself and another guy from the lab came out to help, and I ended up having to drive the car that we came in back to uni. Why do I mention this? Because I'm used to driving a 16 year old car, and it was weird having to drive a new fangled non-16 year old car.
It only took about 10 seconds before the friend that I was in the car with openly questioned whether or not I could actually drive. When I turned the ignition, the motor didn't make the funny screeching sound that I'm used to hearing and I wasn't sure if the car had started. This prompted me to rev the engine like a bit of a hoon. The wipers and the blinkers were back to front, so I turned the wipers on every time I had to change lanes. It took a few jerky stops before I figured out just how sensitive the brakes were.
On another note...
We were entertaining an Austrian couple last night. We'd never met them before, but they were friends of friends of my friend's parents, which was more than enough of an excuse to be hospitable. Why do I mention this? One of them was a fellow lung collapsee, and went through the same surgery that I had recently (only she was lucky enough to go through the surgery two times; once for each lung). It was nice to be able to exchange stories with a spontaneous pneumothorax buddy.
On another note...
The other day, a couple of the girls from the lab went to get a cake, and pranged the car on the way back. Nobody was hurt, but the car's steering was a little wonky. Myself and another guy from the lab came out to help, and I ended up having to drive the car that we came in back to uni. Why do I mention this? Because I'm used to driving a 16 year old car, and it was weird having to drive a new fangled non-16 year old car.
It only took about 10 seconds before the friend that I was in the car with openly questioned whether or not I could actually drive. When I turned the ignition, the motor didn't make the funny screeching sound that I'm used to hearing and I wasn't sure if the car had started. This prompted me to rev the engine like a bit of a hoon. The wipers and the blinkers were back to front, so I turned the wipers on every time I had to change lanes. It took a few jerky stops before I figured out just how sensitive the brakes were.
On another note...
We were entertaining an Austrian couple last night. We'd never met them before, but they were friends of friends of my friend's parents, which was more than enough of an excuse to be hospitable. Why do I mention this? One of them was a fellow lung collapsee, and went through the same surgery that I had recently (only she was lucky enough to go through the surgery two times; once for each lung). It was nice to be able to exchange stories with a spontaneous pneumothorax buddy.
posted by Gene at 5:30 pm
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