Farewell to Sabrestein
3:00 - Rundberg Lane and I-35
The engine in my fiance's car, a 92' Buick Le Sabre (or as I call it, the Antichrist, Sabrestein, or "stupid piece of crap") finally died. It would cost over $2000 to fix it, so either Dan's parents buy us another car or we get used to taking the bus. Honestly, either way works for me, but if Dan has to take the bus to work, he'll have to drop some of his classes, which will make his mom go apeshit. I swear that Dan's parents must be potheads or something because sometimes they just act completely irrational. For instance, this morning when Dan was talking to his dad about getting another car, his dad said that he would give us another used car if Dan cut his hair. I'll repeat that. Dan's dad agreed to buy him another car if Dan got a haircut. No matter how many times I say it out loud, it's still unbelievable. Dan's parents have been nagging him incesantly about his hair, despite the fact that he's a grown man and can wear it however he wants. At first, they argued that his grandmother would have a fit, then they told him he couldn't get a job with long hair and he proved them wrong. So now his dad is probably going to try all sorts of stupid ways to get him to cut his hair. Then, after this ultimatum, he kept asking Dan to come back to Houston, even offering to get him an apartment, despite the fact that Dan has repeatedly told him that he's never moving back home. (Mind you, this is the same man who agreed to pay for all of Dan's education and then refused to pay for Dan's college tuition after Dan moved in with me. Both of Dan's parents only uphold "agreements" they make with him when it's convenient for them.) After having a big fight with Dan, he called back later, apologized and agreed to consider getting him another car. I'm curious to see what Dan's mom has to say about all of this, as she's away on a cruise right now. Personally, I'm happy that the Antichrist is no more. That car was nothing but a pain in the ass.
Anyway, on to a happier topic. This weekend we're going to celebrate Dan's birthday by inviting a bunch of friends over and playing Worms: World Party (a fun PSX game). I also plan on watching an assload of Full Metal Alchemist on Saturday, because I desperately need to catch up with the series. (BTW, here's that long-awaited photo of me as Edward Elric at A-Kon:
We're also going to be making something my mom calls "Blue Jesus," which consists of pouring liquor and fruit juice into a trash bag or wading pool, adding fruit, and letting it sit overnight. If anyone knows the real name for this drink, please tell me, because I don't think it's actually called "Blue Jesus." I just hope none of Dan's friends get plastered and puke on our floor. -_-
The engine in my fiance's car, a 92' Buick Le Sabre (or as I call it, the Antichrist, Sabrestein, or "stupid piece of crap") finally died. It would cost over $2000 to fix it, so either Dan's parents buy us another car or we get used to taking the bus. Honestly, either way works for me, but if Dan has to take the bus to work, he'll have to drop some of his classes, which will make his mom go apeshit. I swear that Dan's parents must be potheads or something because sometimes they just act completely irrational. For instance, this morning when Dan was talking to his dad about getting another car, his dad said that he would give us another used car if Dan cut his hair. I'll repeat that. Dan's dad agreed to buy him another car if Dan got a haircut. No matter how many times I say it out loud, it's still unbelievable. Dan's parents have been nagging him incesantly about his hair, despite the fact that he's a grown man and can wear it however he wants. At first, they argued that his grandmother would have a fit, then they told him he couldn't get a job with long hair and he proved them wrong. So now his dad is probably going to try all sorts of stupid ways to get him to cut his hair. Then, after this ultimatum, he kept asking Dan to come back to Houston, even offering to get him an apartment, despite the fact that Dan has repeatedly told him that he's never moving back home. (Mind you, this is the same man who agreed to pay for all of Dan's education and then refused to pay for Dan's college tuition after Dan moved in with me. Both of Dan's parents only uphold "agreements" they make with him when it's convenient for them.) After having a big fight with Dan, he called back later, apologized and agreed to consider getting him another car. I'm curious to see what Dan's mom has to say about all of this, as she's away on a cruise right now. Personally, I'm happy that the Antichrist is no more. That car was nothing but a pain in the ass.
Anyway, on to a happier topic. This weekend we're going to celebrate Dan's birthday by inviting a bunch of friends over and playing Worms: World Party (a fun PSX game). I also plan on watching an assload of Full Metal Alchemist on Saturday, because I desperately need to catch up with the series. (BTW, here's that long-awaited photo of me as Edward Elric at A-Kon:
We're also going to be making something my mom calls "Blue Jesus," which consists of pouring liquor and fruit juice into a trash bag or wading pool, adding fruit, and letting it sit overnight. If anyone knows the real name for this drink, please tell me, because I don't think it's actually called "Blue Jesus." I just hope none of Dan's friends get plastered and puke on our floor. -_-