PMS, DIY, and Finals
Been fighting a cold over the past few days. Cold has moved into my chest. Got some Mucinex and zinc to add to my “OH HELL NO!!” regimen. The last thing I need is a raging case of bronchitis over finals. It’s bad enough I’ll be soaking plugs that week. Urge to kill: RISING.
Ripped the dash out of my car. What? Totally not rash. No, I was intending to put in the deck from my old car, since the current cd player is going all “fuck you” on me every whoopstitch. So I rip out the dash, which takes about an hour and a half (stupid-assed new-cars making you take out the entire goddamned front-end to get to ANYTHING), finally get to the deal, unscrew the deal, and no, all my hoping and wishing didn’t do any good, because I did need a new adaptor. So off I go to Wal Mart (nothing), Sugarshack (nothing) and finally AutoZone, where the fellah kind of chuckles when I tell him it’s an ’02 Cavalier (and starts going on and on about what a pain in the ass that dash is). He checks his computers and, thanks to Chevy and/or Delco being a bunch of fags, the adaptor would cost $100, because it’s special order.
Naturally, I’m all, “fuck that”. So I get to try and wire it myself. DUN DUN DUNNNN. I’ve never wired anything in my life, so this should be fun. Dad found the info online as to what wire was what (cost him $5… apparently post-2000 Cavalier stereo schematics rank up there with the Colonel’s Secret Recipe). Now I just have to figure out what wire which goes to this and that goes to what on the plug-dealie. At any rate, I have to get it all put back together tomorrow, cos of needing my dash to be in a somewhat-together position for driving to finals next week. Joy and jubilee.
Tomorrow: It Should Be Fun.
Now, to start on my German homework. Last homework of the year. *sniffle*