Chevy chase

I rented a car today, which is the most exciting thing I've done for weeks. It's probably going to cost about $45, but you can't put a price on freedom, and for one magical 24 hours that's what I'll have. Or at least feel like I have. The problem is there is surprisingly little you can do with a car in just 24 hours. I feel obliged to go shopping, but then I'm spending $45 to......spend more, which isn't efficient. I would also LOVE to go to the gym, or at least go sign up which is half the battle, but again it seem futile to whizz down there and bust my ass on a cross trainer only to never go back. Incidentally I have rented a Chevy Aveo (you heard right girls, a Chevy Aveo), so perhaps 'whizz' may be a tad strong, 'bumble' would make more sense. I feel if I threw a saddle on the roof and gently heeled the windows I'd have more luck overtaking. I could maybe try a carrot tied to a stick...

I got it because I thought I'd need a car twice for long journeys in this 24h period. The second is tomorrow when two of my friends arrive for a visit and I'll have to go get them from the airport. But I thought I'd also need it for football tryouts this evening. The co-rec clinic I attend on Saturdays is fantastic, and great fun, but I do feel I could be pushed harder. Its much more rewarding to score past a properly trained and competitive goalkeeper then a 4ft Mexican reading a book.

A Google search led me to 'FK Pacific' a semi-pro team based in Tukwila, about an hour south of me. A quick scan of their website and I found this wonderful quote;

''If you are looking to play for fun, without getting serious, and giving 100%, don't bother....Try another club!''

Huh, I could do that. It said they had tryouts every Tuesday in April, then they quickly removed that message off their website, leaving me hanging. It's a long way to travel for something not to be on. What I didn't count on, was the fact that this country is run by Robots, or at least the telephone network is. I know what you're thinking, just give the team a call and ask if there are tryouts tonight, I did, and immediately entered a robotic labyrinth of options, hundreds of them. You see, we have this problem in the UK too, except just as you're securing the noose around your neck and rocking the chair, one of those humans come on the line and all your problems are solved. Over here, the robots are entrusted with actual problem solving itself! So you never speak to a human. Ever. All this to say I got very frustrated, and didn't end up risking it.

Fricken country music man! My roommate made me endure the CMA's, or 'County Music Awards' for the educated. We have countryside back home loads of it. We have farms too, but not once did anyone feel it necessary to construct an entire music genre based around cattle, heartbreak, or the struggles of working an 8 hour day! At one point Billy Ray privileged us by singing a song entitled 'Ready, set, don't go'! can you believe that? I found myself wondering how hard I would have to blow my nose whilst holding it to make it all stop. Let's get one thing straight, America has a lot going for it, a lot of positives. But I consider Country music to be the concrete block that its feet are cemented into as it gets thrown into a lake. A real shame.

Today I bought 'I'm yous' by Jason Mraz and

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