and then... reality punched me in the face.
summer school is, as ashlie might say, the bane of my existence. i am, once again, a week behind in one of my classes, and i, once again, do not give a shit.
six credits.
six credits.
that's what i keep telling myself.
that's like 1/2 of a semester. or 1/3. i like to think of it as 1/2 (even though when you've got 18 credits per semester to look forward to... it's 1/3) because that helps me sleep at night.
i did a budget last week. my year, financially, is looking pretty dismal. my future will look a little brighter when i factor in the older/cheaper car and cheaper insurance. if anyone finds me a job that will pay me for not coming in or doing any kind of work, i'd be much obliged.
i'm taking another car to the mechanic tomorrow. 98 corolla. so it's older. and insurance is cheaper (woot.) but it has more miles. but whatever, you can get like 300k out of toyotas. so when you think of it that way, i could drive across the country to my heart's content before its time comes. i could drive to maine then to alaska then back to phx like 20 times. i hope it checks out. if it doesn't need like a new engine or anything, i'll have a car this time tomorrow. i am sick to death of looking.
and nathan's truck has been stolen FUCKING AGAIN. the first time i think was 2 summers ago, then last summer, then AGAIN over this spring break... and he got it back every time, but AGAIN!?!? man, and that thing is such a piece of shit i can't even believe it. it's like this 92 manual nissan that's pushing 250k mi, and is TOTALLY beat up on the outside (it used to have this big blue stripe down the front, and the first time it got stolen, the thieves like sanded it off... i assume so it'd be less recognizable... but it's not like it's OBVIOUS that there once was a stripe there) and like stabbed to death on the inside (again, from the first time. to this day, i cannot fathom why one might steal a pos car then proceed to break the dome light and air vents through stabulation and CONTINUE to stab a million obnoxious little ballpoint pen holes in the dash. those thieves were obviously brilliant criminal masterminds.) and all his cds in there have been stolen each time (which are, more likely than not, worth more than the car itself,) but NONE of the times did they take his radio. and the last time they didn't take his sirius receiver, but they did take the birthday present i gave him. fuckers. i hope it's the same people (or person) and i hope the police find them and kill them.
why people steal cars that aren't even worth the time and effort it takes to steal them, i will never understand. whoever OWNS that crap car is driving it b/c they CANNOT AFFORD anything else, FUCKING OBVIOUSLY. and you know what else? they probably can't afford theft insurance either. you piece of shit.
you know, honestly, and i think nathan'd agree with me on this, they can totally gut the car and leave it in a parking lot if they just leave the cds. there were like 50 really good cds (cases and all) in there that he'd just bought from hoodlums like within the last month. GRAAAARR maybe my priorities are all mixed up, but i don't care so much about the car, but it seriously makes me SO MAD just thinking about ALL the EFFING CDS IN THERE. 50 cds at probably an average of $11 or $12 each... plus the HOURS and HOURS of bliss the music on those discs would have inspired... why does he need such an extensive musical library in his car??? GASALKDFJALSKDJFL;KAJSDFL;KADJSFOIWHRENVMC
URG so ANGRY
SIIGH.
done.
i'm having so much fun planning this service stuff for next semester. i get so excited when somebody calls me back or a date falls into place.
my fingers have been crossed since saturday afternoon that this car tomorrow works out...
maybe i should try actually doing this homework. now that's an idea.
six credits.
six credits.
that's what i keep telling myself.
that's like 1/2 of a semester. or 1/3. i like to think of it as 1/2 (even though when you've got 18 credits per semester to look forward to... it's 1/3) because that helps me sleep at night.
i did a budget last week. my year, financially, is looking pretty dismal. my future will look a little brighter when i factor in the older/cheaper car and cheaper insurance. if anyone finds me a job that will pay me for not coming in or doing any kind of work, i'd be much obliged.
i'm taking another car to the mechanic tomorrow. 98 corolla. so it's older. and insurance is cheaper (woot.) but it has more miles. but whatever, you can get like 300k out of toyotas. so when you think of it that way, i could drive across the country to my heart's content before its time comes. i could drive to maine then to alaska then back to phx like 20 times. i hope it checks out. if it doesn't need like a new engine or anything, i'll have a car this time tomorrow. i am sick to death of looking.
and nathan's truck has been stolen FUCKING AGAIN. the first time i think was 2 summers ago, then last summer, then AGAIN over this spring break... and he got it back every time, but AGAIN!?!? man, and that thing is such a piece of shit i can't even believe it. it's like this 92 manual nissan that's pushing 250k mi, and is TOTALLY beat up on the outside (it used to have this big blue stripe down the front, and the first time it got stolen, the thieves like sanded it off... i assume so it'd be less recognizable... but it's not like it's OBVIOUS that there once was a stripe there) and like stabbed to death on the inside (again, from the first time. to this day, i cannot fathom why one might steal a pos car then proceed to break the dome light and air vents through stabulation and CONTINUE to stab a million obnoxious little ballpoint pen holes in the dash. those thieves were obviously brilliant criminal masterminds.) and all his cds in there have been stolen each time (which are, more likely than not, worth more than the car itself,) but NONE of the times did they take his radio. and the last time they didn't take his sirius receiver, but they did take the birthday present i gave him. fuckers. i hope it's the same people (or person) and i hope the police find them and kill them.
why people steal cars that aren't even worth the time and effort it takes to steal them, i will never understand. whoever OWNS that crap car is driving it b/c they CANNOT AFFORD anything else, FUCKING OBVIOUSLY. and you know what else? they probably can't afford theft insurance either. you piece of shit.
you know, honestly, and i think nathan'd agree with me on this, they can totally gut the car and leave it in a parking lot if they just leave the cds. there were like 50 really good cds (cases and all) in there that he'd just bought from hoodlums like within the last month. GRAAAARR maybe my priorities are all mixed up, but i don't care so much about the car, but it seriously makes me SO MAD just thinking about ALL the EFFING CDS IN THERE. 50 cds at probably an average of $11 or $12 each... plus the HOURS and HOURS of bliss the music on those discs would have inspired... why does he need such an extensive musical library in his car??? GASALKDFJALSKDJFL;KAJSDFL;KADJSFOIWHRENVMC
URG so ANGRY
SIIGH.
done.
i'm having so much fun planning this service stuff for next semester. i get so excited when somebody calls me back or a date falls into place.
my fingers have been crossed since saturday afternoon that this car tomorrow works out...
maybe i should try actually doing this homework. now that's an idea.