Sunday, September 18, 2005
Oh man. This whole job plus grad school operation sucks my butt. I spent last week blowing my student loan money on coffee drinks and tofurky jerky as I dashed from work to school. Honestly, the only real problem is that my office is out on like 19 mile or some shit and I can't even tell because that far out in the suburbs they stop using perfectly civilized mile road names and started calling everything after beavers and bodies of water. Perverts.
I had a major moment of joy on thursday, where, in my new professional capacity as a youth development worker, I convinced an appalachian stripper, with promises of beer and backrubs, to abandon her breakfast of dumplings fried in raccoon fat, to give a presentation to a group of high school students. Or at least that's how I'm going to spin the story from now on. The girl in question, Erica, is our new houseguest/future housemate and when she's not snuggling with Keith or skinning roadkill or lounging around in a white lace nightgown and pig tails like something out of Tennesse Williams, is making adjustments to her car, a 1982 mercedes diesel that runs on used vegetable oil.
I think grease cars are cool and I definitly think they are way cooler than informational videos on life in rural Africa. So, using my professional contacts inside the high school I was able to get something like thirty or forty kids to come out into the parking lot and crowd around Erica's car while she demonstrated her modified engine system, totally blase about the fact that alot of the modifications were obviously duct-tape based. The high school kids let out a genuine ooooh of interest when she started the car and the smell of french fries wafted out of the tailpipe.
After we finished and were packing up to go the official high school police officers came mosying over. Before I even had a chance to really start thinking,
oh fuck we're gonna get yelled at they said they'd heard this car ran on vegetable oil and would Erica mind doing the whole demonstration over for them.
As a token of appreciationg for being the guest speaker, the high school librarian gave Erica a keychain and a pen.
I had a major moment of joy on thursday, where, in my new professional capacity as a youth development worker, I convinced an appalachian stripper, with promises of beer and backrubs, to abandon her breakfast of dumplings fried in raccoon fat, to give a presentation to a group of high school students. Or at least that's how I'm going to spin the story from now on. The girl in question, Erica, is our new houseguest/future housemate and when she's not snuggling with Keith or skinning roadkill or lounging around in a white lace nightgown and pig tails like something out of Tennesse Williams, is making adjustments to her car, a 1982 mercedes diesel that runs on used vegetable oil.
I think grease cars are cool and I definitly think they are way cooler than informational videos on life in rural Africa. So, using my professional contacts inside the high school I was able to get something like thirty or forty kids to come out into the parking lot and crowd around Erica's car while she demonstrated her modified engine system, totally blase about the fact that alot of the modifications were obviously duct-tape based. The high school kids let out a genuine ooooh of interest when she started the car and the smell of french fries wafted out of the tailpipe.
After we finished and were packing up to go the official high school police officers came mosying over. Before I even had a chance to really start thinking,
oh fuck we're gonna get yelled at they said they'd heard this car ran on vegetable oil and would Erica mind doing the whole demonstration over for them.
As a token of appreciationg for being the guest speaker, the high school librarian gave Erica a keychain and a pen.
# posted by leah @ 11:16 PM 
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I think if my car smelled like fries I would be hungry all the time, and then I would get hugely fat.
And duct-tape-based car-mods are the best. Duct tape and bubble gum and bondo. Pimp my ride indeed.
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And duct-tape-based car-mods are the best. Duct tape and bubble gum and bondo. Pimp my ride indeed.
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