Praise yourself for newfound meaning...
My dad is getting a new job. This is a double-edged sword. We might get more money, and therefore purchase a house in Davie that I really really like. However, it's in Coconut Creek. This means I'll be riding the bus to school. :(. Not only do I have to attend the accursed St. Thomas, I have to arrive in a bus. He also says it will give him more time for stuff at home. This is bad. If I spend more than 4 hours in my dad's presence he ends up hating me. It's true. No matter. By the time he sets up his office, I'll be driving. His new job is going to be the financial officer/manager of an aircraft parts company. It really sounds nice. He had a job like this for like... 6 years before his current job, and therefore will know what he is doing. It appears that this will work out quite nicely for me. Moving on. Last night I wanted to go to the movies. I was broke though. So I had to beg for money from other people and I finally acquired (sp?) some. Then I was told I was being a smartass so I couldn't go. My dad is a prick. So now today I gota work the yard and do some Euro A.P. work. :( Euro A.P. better be good for me next year.After that I hope I've enough money to do something tonight. It looks like I won't be able to though... not enough people. If you read this, comment or IM me or call me if you want to go. Tomorrow I can't do anything late because of school next week. Blah I'm bored. I should go work before it rains.
Andrew.
Andrew.