there have been a lot of funny things that have happened over the past few days, but remembering them is proving to be a little difficult. more funny weird than funny haha...

i drove for approximately 8-9 hours yesterday. i left omaha at 1:10 and made it to chicago at 10:40. i stopped in des moines for awhile though so we'll say i was in the car for about 8.5 hours. if i was driving through an exciting state, like colorado or texas or parts of missouri or even arkansas (not really good for anything but nice landscapes), the time wouldn't have been so painstaking. but it was iowa. and illinois. in the dark. bah. so boring. so i reach about mile marker 260 in iowa and my gas tank is on empty. i neglected to fill it up sooner because i was trying to see if i could get a full 450 miles on one tank of gas (which i did), an experiment that might better have been performed when it wasn't dark and cold outside. but i wasn't really worried because even when the empty light flips on that means there's a whole gallon left, so i've got about 20-30 miles to get to a gas station. so the light turns on and i start looking for a gas station...and i'm talking to sarah g in montana all this time, repeatedly mumbling "i need gas i need gas i need gas." i drive for five miles or so and nothing... finally i see one so i pull off and whaddya know... the only station on all of i-80 between des moines and chicago that sells nothing but diesel fuel. so i'm starting to worry a little bit just because i don't know how much fuel i'm wasting just by stopping and accelerating again onto the interstate. another exit.... no gas station... another exit... no signs for a gas station, but i think i see one over to the side, so i pull off and pray for the best. indeed it was. it was on some frontage road, though... really hard to get to, but i did it, and everything was a-ok. sarah will never forget me saying "i need gas i need gas i need gas." that was kind of funny.

so i get home last night and i decide that i'm not going to school today. my back was aching, i had an icky headache. so i call jake and see if he'll lead worship for me in chapel this morning, and he informs me that there is no chapel because there is a student council meeting. yay! so i call jeanna because she is a secretary at my school and ask her to tell my profs that i'm not feeling so hot and that i won't be attending classes today. so i lay down to sleep and revel in the fact that i'm going to get to sleep in. but get this. i repeatedly keep having dreams about my philosophy/hermeneutics prof confronting me about having an unsatisfactory excuse for not coming to school. i kept seeing him shake his head at me, disappointed that i'm staying home but not extremely sick. seriously. and he's totally not like that, but i finally got up at 10 because i was tired of feeling guilty in my sleep, and i decide to do homework for a few hours so that i felt productive. and as it turns out, he wasn't even there today. he was sick and stayed home. haha the irony.

so tonight i worked, and this dude came in and ordered a venti hot chocolate. so i'm making his drink, he asks how i am, we make small talk for a couple minutes. he asks if i'm in school, we talk about the bible college i go to. he asks about the differences between a few different denominations, i explain to the best of my knowledge. he's about ready to leave and he leaves his business card on the counter. "if you ever want to go get coffee or something give me a call."

ummm. okay. a few things about this were stupid.

1) you want to go out with me but you don't have guts to ask for my number, so you make yourself sound like an arrogant prick by saying nonchalantly that i should call you. not that i would have given you my number anyway, but seriously. grow up. i don't mean to be hard on him but he was acting like it should be my privilege to call him. pleeeeeease.
2) the business card he gave me was for "american taxi." but the guy's name on the card was crossed out and his name was written in pen above it, and the phone number on the card was crossed out and his number was written above the printed one. so what i want to know is, does he actually work for american taxi and doesn't have his own card yet, or did he think i just wouldn't notice that the original dude's name was scribbled over?
3) the guy looked to be around 30, maybe older. gross. if you're brad pitt or ty from trading spaces, maybe i'll make concessions on the age limit, but otherwise i think 27-28 is pushing it.

so i had everyone who had witnessed this superslick pick up attempt bet on what would happen to the card when i got home. everyone who said "in the trash" gets 100 points. way to go!

THEN i stopped at blockbuster to rent a couple dvd's. i got three new releases, handed the dude my card and check card, and he asked if i wanted the dvd's in a bag. but he hadn't swiped my check card yet.

ummmm okay.

"it's my treat tonight."

wow. thanks. that's $15. very cool. except he was kinda creepy. but still that was cool. thanks creepy blockbuster guy.

so because of these things it was a weird day. and now it's over. goodnight.