Last night we went to Betrayal at the X, and it was disturbingly amazing. Highly recommended. The angst, it bleeds!
After that, we went to the impound lot to get Nic's car, which also has no brakes. He also does not know how to fix this problem. Luckily, I am the daughter of a crazed automechanic that insisted I help fix my junker every time it died, so I know how. So, we bought a buttload of break fluid, and went back to try to fill his lines and hooooly crap. That thing has a leak like you wouldn't believe. Literally, you can hear air running, and you see jets of fluid just squirting out. We put in 3 massive bottles and got his brakes to work - really well actually - for the time being. I'm proud of myself, I dumped in a good bunch of brake fluid, checked his oil, and spent a considerable amount of time under the hood of a car and my white hoodie is still spotless.
Anyway, I better go to class for the first time in a good 3-4 weeks.
ETA: I'm really glad to see that 80% of students in my f-list are slackers, just like me. Makes me warm and fuzzy. 20% of y'all are good students, and hey, go determination but like, I'm gettin' a drink.