Semester 1- End of the World (i.e. FINALS) Party...

Sunday, December 17, 2006

So, Friday was my last day of finals, and law school finals are really the worst school experience ever. It was nearly one month of hell, of studying 15 hours a day, of seriously not having enough time to shower, eat, and sleep. And on top of all that, it is all based on a curve, so even if I did awesome, if more people did awesome than me, I only get an average grade, hence the fierce studying and competition.

Friday night, we had a much deserved end-of-finals law school party: theme, wear the stupidest holiday sweater you can find. Fun party. We all got smashed, as we well should have. We deserved it. I did not drive home, because I was too intoxicated. I left my car in front of the party house, and got a cab with some other girls who also were too drunk to drive. I totally thought I was being responsible.

When I went back Saturday to get my car, it was gone. Yep, gone.

I was so mad. The guys that owned the house said it got towed. Apparently, there were signs on the curb that said "no parking", but I did not see them as it was dark when I got there, and there were no street lights on the neighborhood road. Also, there were cars parked along the whole road, as there often is when someone has a party. What the hell kind of residential street, in a gated homes community nonetheless, has "no parking" signs along the curb which is sloped the whole way, as if for parking! Further, who the hell calls the cops in a gated residential community for someone parking on the street (well, never mind that, I suppose they live in a gated community because they are stuck up and don't like cars parked on the street). Bah.

So I spent yesterday afternoon trying to find where my car got towed, but nobody seemed to know where it went. Gary's corrupt Towing company (corrupt in my opinion), said they didn't have it. I was scared someone had stolen it, although there was no broken glass or anything.
This morning, I called the police to see what the hell happened, they couldn't find it either, so they were going to send an officer over to take a report. Then, luckily, the lady on the phone ran a bunch of checks, and found out that my car DID get towed to (corrupt) Gary's, but there is a clerical error so it wasn't getting pulled up in the system right. Fie! Gary's, you sonuvvabitch company. I will pee in your towing yard when I go to get me car Monday, because if I go today, they will charge extra since it is a Sunday, but if I leave it till tomorrow, it's only $8 more. Fie fie fie! (Disclaimer, this is all my own opinion and does not contain any threats. Any threat of urination is purely satirical. Do not sue me, or I will sue you first. Mr. Gary.)



Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Got my car back...... but....

It turns out, there were "fire zone" signs on the street. I parked right in front of the house on the street curb, where there were like 50 other cars lined up. I didn't see any damn "no parking" signs, of course it was dark and there were no street lights, as this was in a GATED residential community. So, I call the city's contracted towing yard, Gary's Towing, and they say they don't have my car. I search for it for most of Saturday evening. Sunday morning I call the police, they look for it in their system and finally after almost sending an officer to take a report about it being missing, after about 45 minutes they find it and tell me it's at Gary's Towing. I call back Gary's and they now say "oh yeah we do have it". But I can't get it that day because it was Sunday and it would cost me an extra $40 for "after hours gate fee" rather than just like $8 for another day of "storage". Finally, Monday afternoon I get my car, and it's filthy dirty, and the license plate is gone, and there are 2 $150 parking tickets on it-- one for "blocking a driveway" and one for "parking in a fire zone", along with a police card that says "fictitious license plate-- seized". At this point I am fuming mad. I am actually shaking. It's really really hard to get me mad too. I don't know if I have ever been so mad in all my life.

So, I get my car out of the yard, and call the police number and ask about the plate, they say that means it's either a stolen plate or a fake plate, and I say, "no, it's my plate, and it was on my car, and that was where it was supposed to be, so how do I get it back". And she says, "oh, you can't. You have to talk to the MVD, we give all fictitious plates to them."

I drove my (only a few months old, beautiful and clean just days ago!!!) car home (without a plate) and washed it, to find that there are scratches along the side (which I hope/think can be buffed out), and a small crack in the plastic around the side mirror, and of course some writing on the windshield in paint that will not come off, despite my attempts with a number of solvents. I guess I have to get a razor blade and scrape it off, which I am hesitant to do because I don't want to screw up my windows or tint or whatever.

WHAT THE FUCK. I AM SUPER MAD.

I can understand one ticket, either for blocking a driveway (which I don't think I was), or for parking in a fire lane, but how can you be blocking a drive way AND in a fire lane? I suppose it's feasible, but why would anyone put a driveway in the same DAMN place as a fire lane??????????????

And why did they take my goddamn license plate! ARRRRG.

It's nearly Tuesday and yet, I still don't have this mess cleaned up.

I'm fucking going to take this shit to traffic court. Maybe I'll see if we can get the cop to be a no-show. Regardless, I can probably get at least one ticket dropped. I'm going to take pictures at the "scene" and get people to sign letters and stuff.

ARG again.

But, finals are over. yay.