Wow
Sorry about the long pauses in between my entries. Too much stuff going on at one time. Everything just got kinda thrown into the air and I didnt have enough time to catch all the pieces and live a normal life at the same time
So i don't know the last thing I typed and I don't really want to stop and check rihgt now so I think I will just write as much as I can.
After I got fired from Domino's Pizza I looked for a new job. What a nightmare that was. I put in like thirty applications and no one would call me back. So I was getting really bummed about the whole situation. Until I decided to walk into Ben Franklin's Crafts and ask for an application. The Manager asked me a couple of questions and told me I was basically hired on the spot but to fill out the app anyway. So the next day she called me in for an interview and I got the job.
Meanwhile Justin still couldn't find a job sohe kept looking. My mother was saying all kinds of mean stuff to him and me about him not having a job. She told him over the phone that he was using me and that he didnt have a job because he eas too lazy. Which is really ironically hillarious only because she hasnt held a job in like three years. Granted she did have laser eye surgery to correct her cataracts, that would give her some off time, she has fully recovered from that now and she is trying to find every excuse not work. When I still lived with her, before i met Justin, I was working and going to school. Any of the money i made went almost completely to the bills and her stupid cigarettes. I hate cigarettes. I didnt mind paying my share of like some of the bills but to have to go to school and work over forty hours a week is a little much. It was like I had no time to sleep, I was like a zombie. Oh god I trailed off here...
Anyway, Justin was really upset that my mom had said something that rude to him so they got in an argument and he wound up hanging up on her. I wasnt home with this happened because I had just gotten off work and decided to run by the store to pick up a couple of things. So when I came home Justin told me what happened and then I called my mom to confront her about it. Well, just use your imagination about what happen next. Yelling, Blaming, more yelling, some cursing, hanging up the phone. Basic explanation.
Not too long after that happened, like the next day Justin's friend Pete called from Oregon and told him that he could get him a job that started $10.00 an hour plus benefits up there if we were willing to move. So we thought long and hard about it and decided that we should go for it. So then i had to tell my mom that I was moving, oh god what a disaster that was. She told me that Justin was going to get me up thee and then leave me and then I would be stuck up there and that no one down in tucson would help get me back home. It was quite involved this arguement was but i dont want to get into that much detail right now. But I am going to say that it ended with my brother pulling a gun on me and Justin and telling us both that we were no longer welcome there at my mom's house. So we packed the rest of our stuff and we left to Oregon.
The trip was going smoothly until after my dad's house. We had stopped at my dad's in Los Angeles to rest for a couple of days and that was great. We got to spend time with my family and go to the beaches and do a little sight seeing. My dad is opening a new automotive technology/service business that is expected to be worth $30 billion in ten to fifteen years. So he made us part of the company and when it opens its doors to the world we will be there making $17 an hour just for initial training. So probably in August we will be living in California making some real money. We left my dad's house and we were heading up the I5 with me following behind Justin. Justin and I were in the left lane when all the sudden it turns into the 580 exit. Now we're on the 580 heading towards San Francisco instead of Oregon. I thought Justin noticed where we were going but we kept driving closer towards the Bay Area. The traffic was really congested and people were tailgaiting so bad in every lane that they were plactically stearing the person's car for them. Traffic started to slow down at a normal rate and then someone decided to slam on ther ebrakes as hard as they could like four cars ahead of Justin. Justin and the cars in front of him had time to stop, but they were like an inch away from the car in front of them. I an the other hand was a little to close to Justin because I was trying to keep space between me and the stupid bitch behind me. I knew I wasnt going to have enough room to stop and still have room between my car and Justin's so I looked at my options as fast s possible. I could have gone to my left into the shoulder but that same bitch that practically had her front wheels on top of my car swerved over into her space on the shoulder and then kept driving into my space. So I couldnt do that or I would slam right into her car . Then I looked over at the lane next to me. Like I said the tailgating was so bad that there was no way I could have gotten over there. In fact the car behind me and to the right started swerving into me. i didnt have insurance because I was in the process of moving and the company that I had wasn"t in Oregon.
I didnt want to hit anone else and then have to dael with the cops and the ambulence and the insrurance, the tickets. Then you always have to listen to someone whine about how you supposedly broke their back or their neck from that horrible accident when in reality all you did was like chip the paint off the car. I did what I had to and I chose to wreck into Justin's car. That would save me and him the wasted time for claims and stuff. So I closed my eyes slammed my foot even harder on the brake, like that was really going to make the car suddenly stop even though I already had the pedal down as hard as it could go, and I yelled the most common thing people yell when something bad is going to happen: SHIT! And then I felt my car slam into his. but the strange thing was is that no one else was in that accident.
I immediately shut off my car becuase I didnt know how extensive the damage was and put on my emergency blinkers. I dont I have heard so many people start honking at the same time in my entire life. They started honking because I got in a wreck that they had all witnessed, like I was supposed to just keep on driving right? Justin jumped out of his car and ran to see if I was okay. The stupid bitch that took my spot on the shoulder jumped out asked if I was okay. What do you say to someone like that after being in an accident. "Oh yeah, I'm fine,...but I would be better if you wouldnt have been riding my ass so much that you took my part of the shoulder and forced me to crash...thanks a lot lady, your a real Bitch...oh yeah thanks for stopping to see if everything was okay." Somehow I dont think she would have taken that well but that's just my opinion.
Justin and I decided to drive to the next exit and then find a spot where we could have checked out my car. Well, that would have been great if there wouldnt have been so much traffic, or even if the traffic would let us over when we have our emergency blinkers on and or regular blinkers too. God forbid that we actually wanted to get off the freeway after getting into a wreck. So we managed to make our way to the far right lane and then all kinds of people start cutting me off so I cant see Justin any more and by the time those jerks that had cut me of ahd moved Justin was gone. So I pulled off to the next exit I came to Hoping Justin was there...nope. I was alone. I turned my car off and sat there and waited for Justin to try and circle around to find me like we had planned before leaving Tucson. So I waited and waited and you know...you would think that many people that pass you by, at least one of them would stop to see if everything was okay. No, I waited there for an entire hour until the Highway Patrol showed up and asked me what the heck I was doing. I told him the story and he put out a call to his surrounding officers to look for Justin's car at any of the exits behind me or in fornt of me. Then he got called to another accident so he told me he would be right back. that took about thirty more minutes and by that time it was getting cold and dark. When he finally came back there was still no sign of Justin so the officer told me to follow behind him and he would show me where the nearest gas station was. When I finally got to the gas station my car was pouring liquids out into a green river. I knew that my radiator had been severely damaged or even cracked completely. I finally called my dad to see if Justin had called him and it turns out that Justin was in the next town over at the stop right off the exit. The Highway Patrol hadnt even made an effort to find him. So my dad called Jusin on the pay phone he was at and Justin got the directions on how to get to where I was.
By this time it was almost 8:30 at night so nothing would be open. But there was a car shop built onto the gas station so I could just get it fixed there in the morning. I think I forgot to mention that this was in Pleasanton California, an exclusive area near the bay in which a two bedroom house can run you into the $200,000's. We had to find a hotel to stay overnight -to be continued.
So i don't know the last thing I typed and I don't really want to stop and check rihgt now so I think I will just write as much as I can.
After I got fired from Domino's Pizza I looked for a new job. What a nightmare that was. I put in like thirty applications and no one would call me back. So I was getting really bummed about the whole situation. Until I decided to walk into Ben Franklin's Crafts and ask for an application. The Manager asked me a couple of questions and told me I was basically hired on the spot but to fill out the app anyway. So the next day she called me in for an interview and I got the job.
Meanwhile Justin still couldn't find a job sohe kept looking. My mother was saying all kinds of mean stuff to him and me about him not having a job. She told him over the phone that he was using me and that he didnt have a job because he eas too lazy. Which is really ironically hillarious only because she hasnt held a job in like three years. Granted she did have laser eye surgery to correct her cataracts, that would give her some off time, she has fully recovered from that now and she is trying to find every excuse not work. When I still lived with her, before i met Justin, I was working and going to school. Any of the money i made went almost completely to the bills and her stupid cigarettes. I hate cigarettes. I didnt mind paying my share of like some of the bills but to have to go to school and work over forty hours a week is a little much. It was like I had no time to sleep, I was like a zombie. Oh god I trailed off here...
Anyway, Justin was really upset that my mom had said something that rude to him so they got in an argument and he wound up hanging up on her. I wasnt home with this happened because I had just gotten off work and decided to run by the store to pick up a couple of things. So when I came home Justin told me what happened and then I called my mom to confront her about it. Well, just use your imagination about what happen next. Yelling, Blaming, more yelling, some cursing, hanging up the phone. Basic explanation.
Not too long after that happened, like the next day Justin's friend Pete called from Oregon and told him that he could get him a job that started $10.00 an hour plus benefits up there if we were willing to move. So we thought long and hard about it and decided that we should go for it. So then i had to tell my mom that I was moving, oh god what a disaster that was. She told me that Justin was going to get me up thee and then leave me and then I would be stuck up there and that no one down in tucson would help get me back home. It was quite involved this arguement was but i dont want to get into that much detail right now. But I am going to say that it ended with my brother pulling a gun on me and Justin and telling us both that we were no longer welcome there at my mom's house. So we packed the rest of our stuff and we left to Oregon.
The trip was going smoothly until after my dad's house. We had stopped at my dad's in Los Angeles to rest for a couple of days and that was great. We got to spend time with my family and go to the beaches and do a little sight seeing. My dad is opening a new automotive technology/service business that is expected to be worth $30 billion in ten to fifteen years. So he made us part of the company and when it opens its doors to the world we will be there making $17 an hour just for initial training. So probably in August we will be living in California making some real money. We left my dad's house and we were heading up the I5 with me following behind Justin. Justin and I were in the left lane when all the sudden it turns into the 580 exit. Now we're on the 580 heading towards San Francisco instead of Oregon. I thought Justin noticed where we were going but we kept driving closer towards the Bay Area. The traffic was really congested and people were tailgaiting so bad in every lane that they were plactically stearing the person's car for them. Traffic started to slow down at a normal rate and then someone decided to slam on ther ebrakes as hard as they could like four cars ahead of Justin. Justin and the cars in front of him had time to stop, but they were like an inch away from the car in front of them. I an the other hand was a little to close to Justin because I was trying to keep space between me and the stupid bitch behind me. I knew I wasnt going to have enough room to stop and still have room between my car and Justin's so I looked at my options as fast s possible. I could have gone to my left into the shoulder but that same bitch that practically had her front wheels on top of my car swerved over into her space on the shoulder and then kept driving into my space. So I couldnt do that or I would slam right into her car . Then I looked over at the lane next to me. Like I said the tailgating was so bad that there was no way I could have gotten over there. In fact the car behind me and to the right started swerving into me. i didnt have insurance because I was in the process of moving and the company that I had wasn"t in Oregon.
I didnt want to hit anone else and then have to dael with the cops and the ambulence and the insrurance, the tickets. Then you always have to listen to someone whine about how you supposedly broke their back or their neck from that horrible accident when in reality all you did was like chip the paint off the car. I did what I had to and I chose to wreck into Justin's car. That would save me and him the wasted time for claims and stuff. So I closed my eyes slammed my foot even harder on the brake, like that was really going to make the car suddenly stop even though I already had the pedal down as hard as it could go, and I yelled the most common thing people yell when something bad is going to happen: SHIT! And then I felt my car slam into his. but the strange thing was is that no one else was in that accident.
I immediately shut off my car becuase I didnt know how extensive the damage was and put on my emergency blinkers. I dont I have heard so many people start honking at the same time in my entire life. They started honking because I got in a wreck that they had all witnessed, like I was supposed to just keep on driving right? Justin jumped out of his car and ran to see if I was okay. The stupid bitch that took my spot on the shoulder jumped out asked if I was okay. What do you say to someone like that after being in an accident. "Oh yeah, I'm fine,...but I would be better if you wouldnt have been riding my ass so much that you took my part of the shoulder and forced me to crash...thanks a lot lady, your a real Bitch...oh yeah thanks for stopping to see if everything was okay." Somehow I dont think she would have taken that well but that's just my opinion.
Justin and I decided to drive to the next exit and then find a spot where we could have checked out my car. Well, that would have been great if there wouldnt have been so much traffic, or even if the traffic would let us over when we have our emergency blinkers on and or regular blinkers too. God forbid that we actually wanted to get off the freeway after getting into a wreck. So we managed to make our way to the far right lane and then all kinds of people start cutting me off so I cant see Justin any more and by the time those jerks that had cut me of ahd moved Justin was gone. So I pulled off to the next exit I came to Hoping Justin was there...nope. I was alone. I turned my car off and sat there and waited for Justin to try and circle around to find me like we had planned before leaving Tucson. So I waited and waited and you know...you would think that many people that pass you by, at least one of them would stop to see if everything was okay. No, I waited there for an entire hour until the Highway Patrol showed up and asked me what the heck I was doing. I told him the story and he put out a call to his surrounding officers to look for Justin's car at any of the exits behind me or in fornt of me. Then he got called to another accident so he told me he would be right back. that took about thirty more minutes and by that time it was getting cold and dark. When he finally came back there was still no sign of Justin so the officer told me to follow behind him and he would show me where the nearest gas station was. When I finally got to the gas station my car was pouring liquids out into a green river. I knew that my radiator had been severely damaged or even cracked completely. I finally called my dad to see if Justin had called him and it turns out that Justin was in the next town over at the stop right off the exit. The Highway Patrol hadnt even made an effort to find him. So my dad called Jusin on the pay phone he was at and Justin got the directions on how to get to where I was.
By this time it was almost 8:30 at night so nothing would be open. But there was a car shop built onto the gas station so I could just get it fixed there in the morning. I think I forgot to mention that this was in Pleasanton California, an exclusive area near the bay in which a two bedroom house can run you into the $200,000's. We had to find a hotel to stay overnight -to be continued.