"As your attorney, I strongly reccomend you play Halo 2, right now."
I got Weezer's Blue Album and the Police's Greatest Hits Album. both are pretty freaking good. Way better than some Fallout Boy crap. wonder if Josh notices that...
I had some adventures in car repair land. If i were Josh, I'd write an elaborate story about comparing it to waiting on my wife to have our first baby, thats how nervous i was. but again, im not Josh. wonder if he'll notice THAT! So anyway, around 9 this morning, my mother (quite rudley, i might add) awakens me. She wants to talk to me about an overdraft notice from the bank that i took care of Monday. However, she didn't yell at me like last time, just asking about it in a concerned way, and did ackowledge the fact that I took care of it. ok, great, i can go back to bed now, right? wrong! she elts me know in a very subtle, not giving a shit, not a big deal manner "by the way, your car won't start." WHAT?!?!? my most prized (and expensive not to mention) possesion isn't working?!?!? there must be vengence! there must be Triple A!
luckly, i can call them even though my membership card disappeared along with my wallet at the green day concert. they send a guy from stanley to Jump my car. he's expected to arrive at "9:52 a.m. or sooner". i look at the clock, its 9:08. these guys are precise! I shower, get soem breakfast, the guy shows up, we start her up (her being my car). he tells me its probatly the battery, and i should let it run for a couple mintues, then take it somewhere. i wait a couple mintues, start to turn the car around to get out of my driveway. I turn the radio on. two seconds later, the entire car shuts down. the Stanley guy is long gone at this point. i figure, heck, my mom will be home shortly, she can jump it again. i go back to sleep.
she comes home, i wake up, we jump the car. i get ready to leave again. i decide radio isn't a good idea. but damn, its hot! i turn on the air conditioning. car completly shuts down again. "goddamn you car!" i think to myself. fortunaly, god decided not to take my advise, because we jumped it and it drove this time. no ac, no radio, all the way to the Pep Boy's parking lot. god i love Pep Boys. they're always their for me.anyway, after a few hours, they get the battery in, check the alternator, and im good to go. thats the short version.
long version: i come in, can't drive it over there because it cuts out again. they get a hold of the keys, i kill 30 mintues in the recruiting office. come out, they still havein't touched it. i watch people whine about eating disorders and finding therapistis that understand them and "cyber bullies" on the view. get the fuck over it! "oh, they used to IM me everytime i got online and say i was gay!" shut the fuck up kid, you probalty deserve it for being so weak. you dont go on talk shows to say how you got bullied. everyone does kid! and he's like 23 now! what a prick. does that make me a cyber bully too?
sorry, went off on a tandgenet there about how much i hated that show. so i go to EB games and play NCAA football 2006 for a little while. head back. they know the batteries dead, but they're worried about the alternator. shit! i can afford the battery, but an dead alternator would ruin me! i only had 90 dollars, and the battery cost about 70. no alternator could possibly cost 20, and thats not including labor! so i sit in the waiting room, much like a soon to be father would be. then this teenage girl, im gussing somewhere between 17 and 19, walks in as her car is beign fixed. she has a cell phone that she refuses to stop talking on. "ok, so you know the denium skirt i have? its the only one i have, so i wear it all the time. anyway, it's frayed at the bottom, and Kelly tried to get rid of the the frays, so she grabbed them and made rips on the side! it was so funny!" by desire for her to stop talking made me think of guitar strings and piano wire. particularly, how Movies like the godfather, and games like Manhunt, used them to stranggle people and cut people's head off. (that was only manhunt i gusse.) i began to think of how i could do it to her. then i felt disturbed and disgusted for thinking it. it wouldn't have been so bad if she didn't have her phone out like that!
I had some adventures in car repair land. If i were Josh, I'd write an elaborate story about comparing it to waiting on my wife to have our first baby, thats how nervous i was. but again, im not Josh. wonder if he'll notice THAT! So anyway, around 9 this morning, my mother (quite rudley, i might add) awakens me. She wants to talk to me about an overdraft notice from the bank that i took care of Monday. However, she didn't yell at me like last time, just asking about it in a concerned way, and did ackowledge the fact that I took care of it. ok, great, i can go back to bed now, right? wrong! she elts me know in a very subtle, not giving a shit, not a big deal manner "by the way, your car won't start." WHAT?!?!? my most prized (and expensive not to mention) possesion isn't working?!?!? there must be vengence! there must be Triple A!
luckly, i can call them even though my membership card disappeared along with my wallet at the green day concert. they send a guy from stanley to Jump my car. he's expected to arrive at "9:52 a.m. or sooner". i look at the clock, its 9:08. these guys are precise! I shower, get soem breakfast, the guy shows up, we start her up (her being my car). he tells me its probatly the battery, and i should let it run for a couple mintues, then take it somewhere. i wait a couple mintues, start to turn the car around to get out of my driveway. I turn the radio on. two seconds later, the entire car shuts down. the Stanley guy is long gone at this point. i figure, heck, my mom will be home shortly, she can jump it again. i go back to sleep.
she comes home, i wake up, we jump the car. i get ready to leave again. i decide radio isn't a good idea. but damn, its hot! i turn on the air conditioning. car completly shuts down again. "goddamn you car!" i think to myself. fortunaly, god decided not to take my advise, because we jumped it and it drove this time. no ac, no radio, all the way to the Pep Boy's parking lot. god i love Pep Boys. they're always their for me.anyway, after a few hours, they get the battery in, check the alternator, and im good to go. thats the short version.
long version: i come in, can't drive it over there because it cuts out again. they get a hold of the keys, i kill 30 mintues in the recruiting office. come out, they still havein't touched it. i watch people whine about eating disorders and finding therapistis that understand them and "cyber bullies" on the view. get the fuck over it! "oh, they used to IM me everytime i got online and say i was gay!" shut the fuck up kid, you probalty deserve it for being so weak. you dont go on talk shows to say how you got bullied. everyone does kid! and he's like 23 now! what a prick. does that make me a cyber bully too?
sorry, went off on a tandgenet there about how much i hated that show. so i go to EB games and play NCAA football 2006 for a little while. head back. they know the batteries dead, but they're worried about the alternator. shit! i can afford the battery, but an dead alternator would ruin me! i only had 90 dollars, and the battery cost about 70. no alternator could possibly cost 20, and thats not including labor! so i sit in the waiting room, much like a soon to be father would be. then this teenage girl, im gussing somewhere between 17 and 19, walks in as her car is beign fixed. she has a cell phone that she refuses to stop talking on. "ok, so you know the denium skirt i have? its the only one i have, so i wear it all the time. anyway, it's frayed at the bottom, and Kelly tried to get rid of the the frays, so she grabbed them and made rips on the side! it was so funny!" by desire for her to stop talking made me think of guitar strings and piano wire. particularly, how Movies like the godfather, and games like Manhunt, used them to stranggle people and cut people's head off. (that was only manhunt i gusse.) i began to think of how i could do it to her. then i felt disturbed and disgusted for thinking it. it wouldn't have been so bad if she didn't have her phone out like that!