Updatin'
So I'm back to update, and let you all know what's going on in my Super Exciting Life of Adventure.
Big Bertha Rumblebutt is dying. I can't drive in reverse, and it's not wanting to change gears as much as I'd like it to. I tried to troubleshoot it a little big, and from what I can tell, the transmission is pretty much shot. I also have no speedometer, the warning lights will pop on at random, the radion is flaky at best, it will die at stoplights, there's a power steering fluid leak IN the pump (not the tubes, which would be easily fixable), and it's just generally an awful car to drive/own.
So I'm using my tax refund to buy a new(er) car, which hopefully won't die as quickly.
Nacho is nearly full grown, and enjoys his life of eating bacon and chewing up the cables to everything I own. The most recent casualty was the AC Adapter to my Wii. So much for becoming a guitar hero, for now. He doesn't bark a whole lot, but he will make little happy noises a lot. Not really whines so much as little "woop" noises.
Speaking of becoming a guitar hero, I've been playing a ton of music lately and really coming into my own as a bass player. I'm in talks with several guitarists and a couple drummers, and should hopefully start recording/playing shows by my birthday. It's a good day to shoot for, I guess.
I've managed to hold down a relationship for a while, except that we had a huge fight this week and now I'm starting to really doubt that I want to try and keep it going. She feels like she's wasting her time coming over to see me, because she's "Got better things that she could be doing." That did wonders for my self-esteem, considering that I had been pouring my heart into it. I don't know. At this point, it feels like we're together only out of convenience. Not a good way to feel about the whole deal.
My mom has met someone who treats her nicer than anyone I've ever known, and it makes me really happy to know that she's finally content. The only problem now is that Nate is in the process of trying to fuck her out of everything she owns, and then move back to California to live a life of alcoholic solitude.
Work...is Work. There's nothing more I can really say about it that I haven't said before. Same shit, different day.
Big Bertha Rumblebutt is dying. I can't drive in reverse, and it's not wanting to change gears as much as I'd like it to. I tried to troubleshoot it a little big, and from what I can tell, the transmission is pretty much shot. I also have no speedometer, the warning lights will pop on at random, the radion is flaky at best, it will die at stoplights, there's a power steering fluid leak IN the pump (not the tubes, which would be easily fixable), and it's just generally an awful car to drive/own.
So I'm using my tax refund to buy a new(er) car, which hopefully won't die as quickly.
Nacho is nearly full grown, and enjoys his life of eating bacon and chewing up the cables to everything I own. The most recent casualty was the AC Adapter to my Wii. So much for becoming a guitar hero, for now. He doesn't bark a whole lot, but he will make little happy noises a lot. Not really whines so much as little "woop" noises.
Speaking of becoming a guitar hero, I've been playing a ton of music lately and really coming into my own as a bass player. I'm in talks with several guitarists and a couple drummers, and should hopefully start recording/playing shows by my birthday. It's a good day to shoot for, I guess.
I've managed to hold down a relationship for a while, except that we had a huge fight this week and now I'm starting to really doubt that I want to try and keep it going. She feels like she's wasting her time coming over to see me, because she's "Got better things that she could be doing." That did wonders for my self-esteem, considering that I had been pouring my heart into it. I don't know. At this point, it feels like we're together only out of convenience. Not a good way to feel about the whole deal.
My mom has met someone who treats her nicer than anyone I've ever known, and it makes me really happy to know that she's finally content. The only problem now is that Nate is in the process of trying to fuck her out of everything she owns, and then move back to California to live a life of alcoholic solitude.
Work...is Work. There's nothing more I can really say about it that I haven't said before. Same shit, different day.