DMV today...
So yeah, eventful day. Got up at 6 (I don't know how I did that every day for thirteen years) and had Mom drive me to Dad's house. Then I emptied out the shitbox old car, and took off its license plates. The tow truck dude showed up at like 8:30, and towed it away. To sweeten that up, I got SEVENTY-FIVE BUCKS for it! Pretty good for a car that won't start that I didn't pay for. Especially when I'm broke and unemployed. ESPECIALLY since the car is a Ford. Fords suck.
So yeah, then my brother and I watched Running Scared, a Paul Walker movie. I'm not big on Paul Walker (especially in 2 Fast 2 Furious... *shudder), but he was pretty decent in this. Good action scenes, good plot, good character development. Not something I'd buy, but good for watching with a few friends. It gets kind of graphic so Angela people with weak stomachs shouldn't watch; I had to look away a few times, like during a scene that I suspect had a Mike Tyson moment in it.
After that it was off to the oral surgeon, which always delights me because the appointments are so short. Half a minute in the waiting room, two minutes waiting for the doctor, and a minute checking on how my gums are healing. Nice nice. After that it was off to the DMV.
Oh. My. GAWD. I'd never been there before, but I have to say, three hours' wait is a bit much. Especially when a guy plunks his very restless, screaming five-ish year old next to you. I kept getting kicked in the side whenever the kid started squirming, and I gave him like three feet of personal space. It's kids like that who make me think people scream abuse too early with kids. Don't get me wrong; child abuse is a terrible thing. I just don't think it's abuse if you spank a child when he/she does something bad, or give em a light smack across the face when they won't shut up in public. Worked for me. Besides, the kid was beyond toddler age and was still speaking garbled nonsense. The only word I understood was "daddy." PROBLEM.
Anyways, I got through the DMV experience (found out that they registered it to me instead of Mom, but ah well), and asked Dad if I could crash at Colleen's place for a night or two. She's cool with it, so yay. Which is good, because Thomas is getting so bad even Mom says he's trying to pick fights. Don't worry, I'm not gonna get into it.
But this is AWESOME. Colleen's house on a Saturday night means two things: Chinese food and kitties! *Waits for the obligatory "Chinese food is made of cats" comment* If it really is, I have to find out how they make crab rangoons; Keykey is a butt and he would taste delicious wrapped in dough and fried.
Mom told me not to spend all $75 at once. But I need so much stuff! I need something to read, maybe a cheap video game, a CD or two... Okay, so the only one I really NEED right now is a book. I'm bored with my stuff. I might buy a picture book on angels I saw at Barnes and Noble. It wasn't a kid's book or anything. I might need to buy it just so I can molest one of the pictures; I'm gonna marry it. That'll be like, what, my 34508766491867723482873446 husband? SWEET.
So yeah, then my brother and I watched Running Scared, a Paul Walker movie. I'm not big on Paul Walker (especially in 2 Fast 2 Furious... *shudder), but he was pretty decent in this. Good action scenes, good plot, good character development. Not something I'd buy, but good for watching with a few friends. It gets kind of graphic so Angela people with weak stomachs shouldn't watch; I had to look away a few times, like during a scene that I suspect had a Mike Tyson moment in it.
After that it was off to the oral surgeon, which always delights me because the appointments are so short. Half a minute in the waiting room, two minutes waiting for the doctor, and a minute checking on how my gums are healing. Nice nice. After that it was off to the DMV.
Oh. My. GAWD. I'd never been there before, but I have to say, three hours' wait is a bit much. Especially when a guy plunks his very restless, screaming five-ish year old next to you. I kept getting kicked in the side whenever the kid started squirming, and I gave him like three feet of personal space. It's kids like that who make me think people scream abuse too early with kids. Don't get me wrong; child abuse is a terrible thing. I just don't think it's abuse if you spank a child when he/she does something bad, or give em a light smack across the face when they won't shut up in public. Worked for me. Besides, the kid was beyond toddler age and was still speaking garbled nonsense. The only word I understood was "daddy." PROBLEM.
Anyways, I got through the DMV experience (found out that they registered it to me instead of Mom, but ah well), and asked Dad if I could crash at Colleen's place for a night or two. She's cool with it, so yay. Which is good, because Thomas is getting so bad even Mom says he's trying to pick fights. Don't worry, I'm not gonna get into it.
But this is AWESOME. Colleen's house on a Saturday night means two things: Chinese food and kitties! *Waits for the obligatory "Chinese food is made of cats" comment* If it really is, I have to find out how they make crab rangoons; Keykey is a butt and he would taste delicious wrapped in dough and fried.
Mom told me not to spend all $75 at once. But I need so much stuff! I need something to read, maybe a cheap video game, a CD or two... Okay, so the only one I really NEED right now is a book. I'm bored with my stuff. I might buy a picture book on angels I saw at Barnes and Noble. It wasn't a kid's book or anything. I might need to buy it just so I can molest one of the pictures; I'm gonna marry it. That'll be like, what, my 34508766491867723482873446 husband? SWEET.