I, Aria Mouse, am a lonely 18-year-old. I sit at home, alone, doing nothing but staring at a computer screen, absent-mindedly typing a random,  "lol" to a friend in college while continually checking my cell phone. It was snowing outside, but not too heavily; just slight flurries. I was bored and restless, so I decided to call up my good friend Adam to see if he wanted to come and pick me up so we could go to the mall and go out to eat... you know, the normal things that friends do. He agreed, and in ten minutes, he was on his way to get me.

Now, let me tell you a little bit about Adam. He's an amazing friend of mine, he's exactly a week older than I am, and we used to date when we were in middle school. I moved to Wisconsin and did some stupid things, and we stopped talking for a good year and a half after that fiasco. I moved back to Ohio in 2007, and we started talking again, and rebuilt our friendship. I must say now that he is one of my best friends. He used to drive a Jeep, but he killed it. Literally, he killed this car. And he bought an adorable 1976 Chevy Vega, light metallic blue with a dark blue vinyl landau top with opera window. It's tiny and cute, and it's slow and no acceleration. 13-inch wheels, but I didn't care. It gave me a way out of my loneliness, and I got to see a friend.

An hour had passed, and Adam hadn't called me, or showed up at my house. Let me digress for a second, and tell you that I rarely draw the blinds in my apartment; I prefer being in the dark. I picked up my phone and called Adam, to discover that he was still about half an hour away, because the roads were so bad. "The roads aren't THAT bad," I scoffed, "you're just being a wimp." He then told me to look outside. Still positive it was just Adam being a wimp, I lifted one of my blinds and stared out at the blizzard. It was just flurries earlier! I walked home from work in just flurried! And it wasn't that cold! But no, now it was snowing. Not just snowing, it was a stupid BLIZZARD. I told Adam to be careful and got off the phone with him, because I knew how hard it would be to drive a stickshift in a blizzard while talking on the phone and paying attention to the roads. I put on an extra pair of pants and waited.

Waiting... waiting... waiting... finally, I got the phone call that he was right outside. I waddle my way down the stairs (hey, having more than one pairs of pants on is tough! I'm used to wearing shorts only), tug open the door, which was partially frozen shut, and waddle my way out to the Vega. It really is a cute car; it makes me smile. But driving in a snow storm in a Vega... well, what harm could it do? I wanted to go out, and I wasn't about to let anything stop me.

The first hint that this might not have been the best idea was when Adam was driving away from the curb, we nearly fishtailed. My heart jumped into my throat, and then we were off to Akron, to hang out with another friend of ours, Francisco. I had told Francisco that we'd be there within a half hour. It ended up being an hour and 45 minutes before we got there. And... we got stuck in a snow bank when we tried to park in front of his house. Woo~ excitement. We pushed the Vega out of the snow, and Adam parked it in a slightly more clear spot.

We didn't stay at Francisco's long, just enough to give him his chicken sammich from Subway and to play with his kitten, Dresden, for a while. We were planning on seeing a movie. The Unborn. But the movie theater story will be told at another time. After another fear of fishtailing, we started heading home. We were only about fifteen minutes from my house, but it took us over an hour just to get home. 

I guess, even if you are as lonely and bored as I get, your best bet probably isn't a 1976 Vega. I think your best bet is a 2002 CHEVY TRAILBLAZER with HEATED SEATS so my boney butt is nice and warm! But no~ we were stuck in an adorable, 1976 Chevy Vega with no heat. No traction. 

Next time Adam, please, when offered the Trailblazer, TAKE THE TRAILBLAZER. 

I'd prefer to have a warm butt.