Stuff

Today was my first day back to school for the semester. I have the same professor for Physics as I do for Differential Equations - strange. I hope he ends up being a good professor. I can already tell he puts too much emphasis on homework. Homework is purely for the benefit of the student, so I like the idea that you don't need to turn it in, and whether you do it or not is up to you, as if you don't, you typically won't be prepared for the exams. He collects every assignment, but at least he waits until exam days. He also cares about attendance. Ugh.I just got home from work. I felt like taking my boyfriend up on his Christmas present to me and going to pick out my new car stereo parts, but when I called him he was in a terrible mood. On the way home from work today, he hit something on the freeway. He was in the fast lane, and something flew out from under the car in front of him and hit my boyfriend's truck before he ran it over, making noise the all the way through. He just spent thousands of dollars on bodywork to the front of his truck to pimp it out. He got a new hood with a sweet scoop and new sleek mirrors (obviously not affected), but he also replaced the front bumper with a new piece, and another piece under that to mount fog lights. He had it all painted, too; it was beautiful. He's not sure how much damage there is, because it's dark, but the truck's definitely fucked up. He's not even sure if he'll be able to drive it, because some of the pieces look like they're pretty low down. I seriously hope that nothing besides the body is damaged. Unfortunately, he won't be fixing that right away because he still needs to take the truck somewhere that can diagnose his damn engine problem. Three times people have thought they "fixed" it, and it's still seriously out of whack. He's going to try a transmission shop next (the RPMs are going berserk), but the problem probably arises somewhere in how the computer system is reacting to his supercharger. I feel so bad for him. I didn't even get to take a picture of him with his truck, yet, like we planned. We're both having some bad luck with random catastrophes to our cars.