One Week Later

Jun 26, 2009 01:35

Everything is good so far in casa de Alvarez. Everything is moved in, for the most part everything is where it's going to be at, and we are on and rolling. Ray moved in on Monday, my mom loves Ray. You would think she was his son. Ray asks me to ask things of my mom, I tell him he has a better chance of getting it done doing it himself. No joke. Me and my mom have gotten into it a couple of times, but surprisingly they've dispersed rather quickly. I chalk that up to Ray again, I think my mom actually listens to him. Whatever stops her complaining though, it doesn't bother me.

I'm in a weird kind of zone right now, I don't feel stressed, but I put pressure on me. I wake up in the morning and i'm already planning things I need to get done, or trying to think of things that should get done. I simply cannot enjoy the day, there's always something that I need to get done.

Today was another busy day after stopping at the bank to drop off money me and Abbie drove around LV to find a cheap place to repair my breaks after no success (all places wanted about $300 to $400) my friend Francis tells me that he'll do it for free all I have to do is buy the parts, and he has a friend that can hook him up on the parts.

So after dropping her off, I go to pick up the parts, do some housework, and then make my way to Franny's to get the breaks done. They took a little longer than normal, but he gets it done, and from the looks of it does a great job.

I really can't complain though. I never been much of a car person. My dad was. He tried to get me into it the same way he got me into comic books and baseball, but me and cars never cliqued (I later lost my interest in baseball. Still 1/3 isn't bad. I've always had friends who were into cars, but it just never happened with me. I had a little phase following high school graduation, but that lasted a whole three or four months. I wish I were more savy with cars, the same way I want to be with computers too, I supppose, but cars don't interest me. Don't know why. I see a lot of my friend put more money into their car than they do themselves. The only real masculine I grew into as a child growing up was sports. Something about competition in sports has always driven me.

Feeling kinda tired so I'm going to cut it short, sorry for ending it abrupt but I'm really sleepy. Good night all!
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