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"She gives him loving that his body can't handle but all he can say is baby it's good to me" -hottest line ever
Well, maybe not EVER.
So I have to get a new car. Already. I honestly have been crying about it. Not like constantly, but there were definitely a few minutes there. I can't even describe how frustrating this is. I spent everything I had on that car, and there was no reason I should have believed that to be a bad idea. Granted it's a 94, but that's not so old that it should be assumed that it would have problems. It had less than 60k on it when I bought it. 58something. It was in perfect condition. What the hell. Why. I have barely had this car for six months and I've already spent a huge amount of money replacing half the brake system, and plus my own time fixing the stereo system and the body. Not that that was a HUGE amount of time, but it was a lot of effort. But the worst part is the fact that, as dorky as it is, I love that car so much. It's like, emotional connection. I had full expectations of that car and I having good times at LEAST until I was finished with college. It's been SIX MONTHS. The fact of the matter is, however, that the money it's going to cost me to fix the transmission is well over a quarter of what I paid for the car in the first place, and it's not gauranteed that other systems won't start to have problems even after that. I really, really can't live with the thought of throwing the rest of the money I have saved into rebuilding the transmission only to start having engine problems or something. So the fact is that there is nothing I can do about it, and that's frustrating as all hell. But I just have to accept it, because I guess that's all you can ever do when there is only one logical choice put before you.
There is no way I will get a decent car with the money I will get from selling mine plus what I have saved. I will get a car with that money, but it will be a foolish investment and I'm not going to do it. I'm either going to have to live without one, which seems a physical impossibility after having gotten so used to having one, or take out a loan and get something newer. Fuck. I don't want to do either. At all. Blah. Another loss. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah....................kasdjfkjasjldf aljksad
Twenty years from now it won't matter, right? I know. But that doesn't help me today, does it. No. It does not. Poop fart ink stink
And that is all I have to say about that.
Labyrinth party tomorrow.......Not sure if it's at Sarah's or Jen's, so I guess I'll just leave early and go to both if my first choice is incorrect. No. I will not call. Are you crazy? What a stupid idea.
THE SIMS 2 IS THE MOST AMAZING GAME whoa caps ever created by the hands of man.
Glah. Blah+Gah=Glah. I have nothing interesting to say except that...well, no, that's not interesting either, but I will say it anyway...I baked a cake today and was ridiculed by my family for meticulously spreading the frosting until it was perfectly smooth all around. But I persevered. And you know what? That cake is SMOOTH, baby. And I'll bet you anything it tastes better because of it. Although I did feel like a failure when there was a tiny eggshell fragment in my piece. But no one had to know about that. Now that everyone who's weird enough to be reading this knows. Well, I'm not perfect okay?! GLAH!
This song rules.
You know what doesn't rule though? Stop and shop. It occured to me recently that I'm not just annoyed by Sean anymore, it's gone way past me forcing myself to be polite. I absolutely cannot stand that fricking kid. Like it's not even funny. Everything about him just annoys the hell out of me. And I can't stand Derek either. Where's Bethany right now, we could be venting together. Gah. I am tempted to just go in someday wearing every piece of jewely I own just to make sure that Sean is so predictable as to compliment each and every one of them individually. I have yet to wear any kind of necklace, ring, hairstyle, or other fashion accessory that he has not pathetically kissed my ass over.
Him: I like your necklace.
Me: Thanks. *not looking up*
Him: I love the rubies in it.
Me: *staring blankly at him in my hemp necklace* They're beads.
Him: Oh haha I know. It's really pretty.
Me: *silence*
Him: So everyone's character for dungeons and dragons is finished but yours.
Me: *ignores him, incredulous at his still not having taken the flipping hint, now that its been over two weeks*
Five Minutes Later
Him: *being relentless* Sod'ja hear what I said before?
Me: Uh huh.
Him: Okay, well...
At that moment Elyza comes to give me my break, and I praise the heavens
That conversation is a very poor example of how obnoxious he is, now that I look at it. But rest assured, I really cannot stand him. At all. Goodbye.
Well, maybe not EVER.
So I have to get a new car. Already. I honestly have been crying about it. Not like constantly, but there were definitely a few minutes there. I can't even describe how frustrating this is. I spent everything I had on that car, and there was no reason I should have believed that to be a bad idea. Granted it's a 94, but that's not so old that it should be assumed that it would have problems. It had less than 60k on it when I bought it. 58something. It was in perfect condition. What the hell. Why. I have barely had this car for six months and I've already spent a huge amount of money replacing half the brake system, and plus my own time fixing the stereo system and the body. Not that that was a HUGE amount of time, but it was a lot of effort. But the worst part is the fact that, as dorky as it is, I love that car so much. It's like, emotional connection. I had full expectations of that car and I having good times at LEAST until I was finished with college. It's been SIX MONTHS. The fact of the matter is, however, that the money it's going to cost me to fix the transmission is well over a quarter of what I paid for the car in the first place, and it's not gauranteed that other systems won't start to have problems even after that. I really, really can't live with the thought of throwing the rest of the money I have saved into rebuilding the transmission only to start having engine problems or something. So the fact is that there is nothing I can do about it, and that's frustrating as all hell. But I just have to accept it, because I guess that's all you can ever do when there is only one logical choice put before you.
There is no way I will get a decent car with the money I will get from selling mine plus what I have saved. I will get a car with that money, but it will be a foolish investment and I'm not going to do it. I'm either going to have to live without one, which seems a physical impossibility after having gotten so used to having one, or take out a loan and get something newer. Fuck. I don't want to do either. At all. Blah. Another loss. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah....................kasdjfkjasjldf aljksad
Twenty years from now it won't matter, right? I know. But that doesn't help me today, does it. No. It does not. Poop fart ink stink
And that is all I have to say about that.
Labyrinth party tomorrow.......Not sure if it's at Sarah's or Jen's, so I guess I'll just leave early and go to both if my first choice is incorrect. No. I will not call. Are you crazy? What a stupid idea.
THE SIMS 2 IS THE MOST AMAZING GAME whoa caps ever created by the hands of man.
Glah. Blah+Gah=Glah. I have nothing interesting to say except that...well, no, that's not interesting either, but I will say it anyway...I baked a cake today and was ridiculed by my family for meticulously spreading the frosting until it was perfectly smooth all around. But I persevered. And you know what? That cake is SMOOTH, baby. And I'll bet you anything it tastes better because of it. Although I did feel like a failure when there was a tiny eggshell fragment in my piece. But no one had to know about that. Now that everyone who's weird enough to be reading this knows. Well, I'm not perfect okay?! GLAH!
This song rules.
You know what doesn't rule though? Stop and shop. It occured to me recently that I'm not just annoyed by Sean anymore, it's gone way past me forcing myself to be polite. I absolutely cannot stand that fricking kid. Like it's not even funny. Everything about him just annoys the hell out of me. And I can't stand Derek either. Where's Bethany right now, we could be venting together. Gah. I am tempted to just go in someday wearing every piece of jewely I own just to make sure that Sean is so predictable as to compliment each and every one of them individually. I have yet to wear any kind of necklace, ring, hairstyle, or other fashion accessory that he has not pathetically kissed my ass over.
Him: I like your necklace.
Me: Thanks. *not looking up*
Him: I love the rubies in it.
Me: *staring blankly at him in my hemp necklace* They're beads.
Him: Oh haha I know. It's really pretty.
Me: *silence*
Him: So everyone's character for dungeons and dragons is finished but yours.
Me: *ignores him, incredulous at his still not having taken the flipping hint, now that its been over two weeks*
Five Minutes Later
Him: *being relentless* Sod'ja hear what I said before?
Me: Uh huh.
Him: Okay, well...
At that moment Elyza comes to give me my break, and I praise the heavens
That conversation is a very poor example of how obnoxious he is, now that I look at it. But rest assured, I really cannot stand him. At all. Goodbye.