Red light, Yellow light, Green light GO!! Ahahaha
Ooo Wee. Today I woke up and Dewayne made breakfast. Woop! Hes my biotch. Ran errands and did stuff around the house, then got a call from David and Jessy Baby. After many minutes trying to figure out if any of us had 3 way calling and playing phone tag, we figure out what we were gonna do. Meet at Jessys at 2.
So I get a ride to Jessy house from Dewayne and we talk and play guitar for a bit. Then I put my mohawk up so that Jessy could trim it a little for me. I put it up all by myself and it only took me 10-15 minutes! Haha, I was proud. I have no idea why it took so long to do it before.
It still looks a little blunt at the top of it, but Jessys "Sexy Robert Plant look-a-like from Guitar Trader" said that he liked it that way. Hm...maybe I'll keep it like this. Then we head off to Guitar Trader for Jessy's guitar lesson. When her dad saw my hair he was like "What is that?? Come here. Let me get the scissors, Im gonna cut it off" LOL. While Jessy had her lesson, me and David just messed around on the guitars the whole time. I played on this 12 string guitar. Ahh!! I want it soooo bad! Its sounds so rad; like heaven. Argh, I played that thing forever. Then I retaught David the mexican fahita song. Haha. Then I saw this gorgeous white Epiphone Gibson Les Paul that I instantly fell in love with. Before I went and got my red Ibanez I was looking for a guitar just like this one! And now its too late. Im gotta save up and get this one. Look!! Its so beautiful
After that, we go to Arby's and get food, drive to Blue Meanie while on the way we yell at random people, sing and dance in the car like idiots to the radio, and get lots of funny stares from people. I dont wear my mohawk up much (but I intend to wear it up way more often now), so today was really the first day that I've put it up and worn it out and around San Diego. Besides the gasps from little children, stares from people who seem to find it scary, the occassional compliment, I got a lot of looks like "What a ridiculous girl. What the hell is that? Just walk away, ignore it, and pretend you didnt see it" looks. Haha
Back to Jessys. Then Dewayne comes back and picks me up. I had fun with those fools. So next, Dewayne takes me over to my dads house so I can get the rest of my Rancid Cds and my Ear Solution/Cleaner stuff. I get there and walk into the kitchen to find my dad super pissed off on the phone.
Whats going on?
Just trying to find out where the hell you've been!
Ok... Well Ive just been at Jessys.
I went by Jessys and you werent there
Well we were probably out at Blue Meanie still
Im talking to your mother. She said you were at Ashleys. Here. You talk to her.
I take the phone and my moms like "If your dad is upset and talks to you, dont disrepect him, just talk to him" Im like "Of course Im going to talk to him and not disrespect him. He is my father....*silence*..ok....Bye" Then she hangs up.
I really dont feel like writing out the conversation so I will summarize the stupid shit. He told me that I said that I would be home this morning, and if not I was going to call him. But he never got a call. And how I always pull this shit every single time. Then we start going off on eachother. Him yellin at me really loud (but I held back my tears, Im a wuss when it comes to my dad yelling at me) saying that he was worried about me and that he has a right to be, and to know where I am. I tell him Im sorry and that I didnt know I had told him I would be home this morning. Hes goes on about how I always forget to call him, but I start going off on him about how he is just as forgetful as I am, and about the countless times that Ive called and told Jen to have him call me but I never get his call back. He says he always calls everywhere to see where I am. Well Im either in 4 places.
Jessys
My moms
Amys
Or at his damn house. So I guess he calls every place except the place where I am at at the time? Ok. Blah Blah he frustrates the hell out of me, probably just as much as I frustrate him sometimes but he doesnt know. He completely exaggerates past events which fuckin pisses the hell out of me. Making a fuckin mountain out of a mole hill is what hes learned to do to blame me. I think he got it from Jennifer. All the while Dewayne just sits there and gets and earful of yelling. My dads like "Youre just coming and going whenever you fuckin please! Are you living there or here??" Im all "well seeing as how its summer and all, Ive been staying at my moms more because I like it better there". Soon I intend to tell him that Im moving in here once I get a reliable car.
What also pisses me off is that he stillllll hasnt called anybody about my transmission for my truck! WTF! Im getting extremely impatient. Dewayne and Danny have been giving him peoples numbers for weeks now to call. Oh, but he made sure that he spent hundreds of dollars on our boat that hes going to take out once a fuckin year. Dewayne asked him if he called Juan (Dewaynes friend who could get my dad a great deal on the whole thing. Of course he hadn't. My dad says "well I guess I should get to calling him tomorrow because Im going to need the truck in November to go hunting in it" Well Im real fucking glad that hes thinking about himself. Grr. He just pisses me off so bad.
Now my dad is off to Mexico for the weekend while I stay here and go over there occasionally to feed the dogs. I dont wanna go to Mexico with them anyways.
Speaking of dogs, yesterday was scary for my doggy Hunter. My mom, and Dewayne and I went for a walk (us to walking our dogs Lolly and Hunter) around a few blocks. It was just a little hot outside, but Hunter has this really bad habit of pulling super hard on the chain trying to go faster and not stay with us the entire walk. We get around back towards our house and hes breathing super hard. Then his back legs start going out and he passes out in someone lawn. Ah! He got heat stroke. My mom makes us go back with Lolly (who is fine) and bring back the car to pick him up in because he is in too bad of shape to walk the rest of the way. So we pick him up and bring him back. He collapses on the grass out front. Luckily my mom was a vet so she knew what do so..sorta. We get him water, ice for the back of his head and start hosing him down to cool him off. My mom took his temperature and it was 107*! Oh shit. We thought his little brain was going to fry. Long story short, he is ok now. My poor poopy. He was doing shitty for a while there.
Thats enough typing for now. Night.
So I get a ride to Jessy house from Dewayne and we talk and play guitar for a bit. Then I put my mohawk up so that Jessy could trim it a little for me. I put it up all by myself and it only took me 10-15 minutes! Haha, I was proud. I have no idea why it took so long to do it before.
It still looks a little blunt at the top of it, but Jessys "Sexy Robert Plant look-a-like from Guitar Trader" said that he liked it that way. Hm...maybe I'll keep it like this. Then we head off to Guitar Trader for Jessy's guitar lesson. When her dad saw my hair he was like "What is that?? Come here. Let me get the scissors, Im gonna cut it off" LOL. While Jessy had her lesson, me and David just messed around on the guitars the whole time. I played on this 12 string guitar. Ahh!! I want it soooo bad! Its sounds so rad; like heaven. Argh, I played that thing forever. Then I retaught David the mexican fahita song. Haha. Then I saw this gorgeous white Epiphone Gibson Les Paul that I instantly fell in love with. Before I went and got my red Ibanez I was looking for a guitar just like this one! And now its too late. Im gotta save up and get this one. Look!! Its so beautiful
After that, we go to Arby's and get food, drive to Blue Meanie while on the way we yell at random people, sing and dance in the car like idiots to the radio, and get lots of funny stares from people. I dont wear my mohawk up much (but I intend to wear it up way more often now), so today was really the first day that I've put it up and worn it out and around San Diego. Besides the gasps from little children, stares from people who seem to find it scary, the occassional compliment, I got a lot of looks like "What a ridiculous girl. What the hell is that? Just walk away, ignore it, and pretend you didnt see it" looks. Haha
Back to Jessys. Then Dewayne comes back and picks me up. I had fun with those fools. So next, Dewayne takes me over to my dads house so I can get the rest of my Rancid Cds and my Ear Solution/Cleaner stuff. I get there and walk into the kitchen to find my dad super pissed off on the phone.
Whats going on?
Just trying to find out where the hell you've been!
Ok... Well Ive just been at Jessys.
I went by Jessys and you werent there
Well we were probably out at Blue Meanie still
Im talking to your mother. She said you were at Ashleys. Here. You talk to her.
I take the phone and my moms like "If your dad is upset and talks to you, dont disrepect him, just talk to him" Im like "Of course Im going to talk to him and not disrespect him. He is my father....*silence*..ok....Bye" Then she hangs up.
I really dont feel like writing out the conversation so I will summarize the stupid shit. He told me that I said that I would be home this morning, and if not I was going to call him. But he never got a call. And how I always pull this shit every single time. Then we start going off on eachother. Him yellin at me really loud (but I held back my tears, Im a wuss when it comes to my dad yelling at me) saying that he was worried about me and that he has a right to be, and to know where I am. I tell him Im sorry and that I didnt know I had told him I would be home this morning. Hes goes on about how I always forget to call him, but I start going off on him about how he is just as forgetful as I am, and about the countless times that Ive called and told Jen to have him call me but I never get his call back. He says he always calls everywhere to see where I am. Well Im either in 4 places.
Jessys
My moms
Amys
Or at his damn house. So I guess he calls every place except the place where I am at at the time? Ok. Blah Blah he frustrates the hell out of me, probably just as much as I frustrate him sometimes but he doesnt know. He completely exaggerates past events which fuckin pisses the hell out of me. Making a fuckin mountain out of a mole hill is what hes learned to do to blame me. I think he got it from Jennifer. All the while Dewayne just sits there and gets and earful of yelling. My dads like "Youre just coming and going whenever you fuckin please! Are you living there or here??" Im all "well seeing as how its summer and all, Ive been staying at my moms more because I like it better there". Soon I intend to tell him that Im moving in here once I get a reliable car.
What also pisses me off is that he stillllll hasnt called anybody about my transmission for my truck! WTF! Im getting extremely impatient. Dewayne and Danny have been giving him peoples numbers for weeks now to call. Oh, but he made sure that he spent hundreds of dollars on our boat that hes going to take out once a fuckin year. Dewayne asked him if he called Juan (Dewaynes friend who could get my dad a great deal on the whole thing. Of course he hadn't. My dad says "well I guess I should get to calling him tomorrow because Im going to need the truck in November to go hunting in it" Well Im real fucking glad that hes thinking about himself. Grr. He just pisses me off so bad.
Now my dad is off to Mexico for the weekend while I stay here and go over there occasionally to feed the dogs. I dont wanna go to Mexico with them anyways.
Speaking of dogs, yesterday was scary for my doggy Hunter. My mom, and Dewayne and I went for a walk (us to walking our dogs Lolly and Hunter) around a few blocks. It was just a little hot outside, but Hunter has this really bad habit of pulling super hard on the chain trying to go faster and not stay with us the entire walk. We get around back towards our house and hes breathing super hard. Then his back legs start going out and he passes out in someone lawn. Ah! He got heat stroke. My mom makes us go back with Lolly (who is fine) and bring back the car to pick him up in because he is in too bad of shape to walk the rest of the way. So we pick him up and bring him back. He collapses on the grass out front. Luckily my mom was a vet so she knew what do so..sorta. We get him water, ice for the back of his head and start hosing him down to cool him off. My mom took his temperature and it was 107*! Oh shit. We thought his little brain was going to fry. Long story short, he is ok now. My poor poopy. He was doing shitty for a while there.
Thats enough typing for now. Night.