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Mon, Apr. 23rd, 2007, 06:50 pm
i just wish i could run right now.
In exchange for house and pet sitting, I'm staying at Tammy's house for free. So I find it no big effort to cut the grass after the previously arranged mower backed out. One small problem of course, I have never before mowed a lawn. Ever.
I've seen people do it though, and how hard can it be? Tammy has a small lawn so I figure it will take an hour or so to complete the yard and plan to do it after lab on Friday. Unfortunately, unexpected emergencies cause me to leave late and thus I do not begin until 9pm. I know that the tank is full of gas because Tammy's dad told me so before they left so I immediately try to start the mower without worring about it having gas. After 10 minutes of pulling the cord to no avail, I'm almost ready to give up until I notice a red button next to the gas tank.
Push 3x to prime
Ohhhhhhhhhhh. So I prime the pump and after a few more pulls, the engine starts.
It takes me a while to get used to the clunky machine and have much difficulty making turns. I eventually strike up a rhythm and think I'm doing rather swell until the engine sputters to a stop after only 2/3 of the front lawn is complete. I press the red button to prime the pump only to feel no resistance and I know that the tank is now empty. By now it is close to 10 and it's so dark that I can barely see the grass so I call it a night, planning my return the following night after work.
I arrive home at 8pm today and after a quick snack and change, I'm ready to fight the mower yet again. I fill the tank with gas, prime the pump, stretch my now sore arm and start the machine. It takes several tries before the engine kicks into motion but it does kick into motion and that's what matters. The rest of the front yard (which is largely dead due to the large trees blocking sunlight from hitting the grass) goes without a hitch. I now move into the backyard where the grass is much greener-and longer. The engine is visibly and audibly slower now. I attribute it to gas loss. It's been a while since I added the gas. It sputters and dies twice and by the third time I can barely muster the strength to pull the cord.
My arm is very sore by now...but I have bigger problems to worry about. The cord is stuck! I cannot pull it at all. I check the gas, prime the gas. Nothing. The cord still will not budge. Begrudgingly, I haul the mower back to the drive and use a broom to brush off the heavy layer of grass covering it. I let the device cool a little before trying to start it once more. Fearing that I have broken the mower, I stash it back in the garage and head to the computer to ask my more lawn-mowing savy friends for advice.
Me: so what does it mean when the lawn mower dies and the string pulley thing locks up?
Dave: it means you shouldn't have been cutting the grass*
Mitch: get a new lawn mower*
Dave is able to provide a few useful suggestions (Mitch just wants to know if iPods are cheaper in China) so I head back out to the mower armed with Dave's advice and tip the mower onto its side to unclog the blade--which by the way is FULL of grass. No wonder the thing is stuck. I pull out all the grass and attempt to sweep it to the side of the drive before turning the mower rightside up. Of course by now, half the gas from the tank has leaked out and onto the driveway. There is enough gas left in the tank for me to start the engine though. The tune of the motor coming to life never sounded so sweet. It's beginning to darken by now and after the scare from before, I have no desire to finish cutting the grass tonight. Thus I am here instead, recounting my tale.
*advice summarized because I cannot remember what they said verbatim
Tue, Jun. 20th, 2006, 08:45 pm
Chinese people can be seriously ridiculous.Read
So by now most of you have seen my new hot pink hair on facebook. After a couple of weeks of deception, I think it's ok to reveal the truth now.
How did I come up with this idea you ask? It was actually pretty random. I told Mitch I had dyed my hair hot pink because in the past when I have told him lies like joining a sorority or getting a tattoo, he would always believe me. But alas, he immediately responded with a resounding No, you did not. Of course, to counter such an adamant negation, I had no choice but to boot up my trusty PS7 and digitally dye my hair pink for proof. The fact that no one could tell this was a photoshop job really surprised me. I didn't even change all my hair pink! I only did highlights which would be much harder in reality.
Plus, my parents would disown me, which many of you know. Mitch even asked me if I was planning on dying it back to black before Christmas so my parents wouldn't see it. My response: No need, I'll just cut it all off. Serious or no? Guess you'll just have to wait and see.( And now for the big reveal...Collapse )
Sun, Apr. 16th, 2006, 11:16 am
Atheist Awareness Day.
I've read my buddy list today and decided that it's entirely too whiny/depressing. Thus I will liven things up a bit.
Thank goodness for good weather! The warmer weather is more conducive to encouraging me to run, which I really need to do. So I'm up right now waiting to go running.
Yay for Making Friends. I've recently rediscovered the game and have been playing these past few nights. Makes me miss old friends.
Shout-out to my totally cool friends who feed me. Seriously, you guys rock.
If I believed in God, this would be one of those thank God for the little things entries.
Fri, Mar. 24th, 2006, 07:29 pm
This past week and a half I...
Worked 65+ hours on a swollen ankle
sold our house.
I love my roommates. They bake lots of yummy baked goods :)
This week, I lost:
1. My Buck-id
2. My cell phone
3. My scarf
Now guess which of those three was only one I did not get back?
I lost it at the Honors house over lunch and when I went back after running some gels two hours later, it was gone. Honestly now, who takes a scarf? It wasn't even a particularly nice scarf. It was a striped scarf made of yarn that I've used for the last two years. At least with my Buck-id you could eat some meals and spend the money, with my cell phone you could sell it on ebay but my scarf? If I see someone with my scarf on around campus (which is unlikely given the side) I'm gonna go up to them and strangle them with it. Except probably not.