what are carcomymrates?
hm. long weekend. and it's only JUST begun. i think. i don't know, i am completely fucked up on the space-time continuum.
ok, well on FRIDAY, i was supposed to hang out with efron and sami (yeah, at the same time), and kindofdidn'treally wanna go. luckily, andy and danielle invited me to go to La Jolla with them. ok, actually they just forced me to be their chauffer. but whatever, it was fun as hell. that is, until near the end. my mom told me i needed to be home by 5:00, because we were gonna go to her birthday dinner (her birthday is today btw). so it's about 4:30 when we FINALLY get the tickets, (we left andy's at around 3:00. we'd have maybe gotten there faster if we had directions, but driving around confused with your best friends is way more fun) and so we turn around. i'm worried that i might not make it, but i figured if i hurried i'd make it. The SECOND i get on the freeway, INSTANT bumper to bumper traffic. so i'm all worried and freaking out, and at like... 4:59 i call my mom saying that danielle needed a ride home, so i'd take her home and asking if it was ok (cause that would buy me time, and in actuality, it was true, i was gonna drop her off). before i have a chance to say ANY of that, she just goes "HELLO? YOU'RE LATE". god damn. and then i start explaining the situation, and then she goes "well no, duh. but even if you could, you need to come home soon because your dad's car got stolen". fuck. now not only did i have to hurry the fuck up to andy's, and not have time to drop off my favorite blonde midget, but now i was OBLIGATED to get home even SOONER because of my dad's situation. i end up bullshitting even more excuses (btw, she just thought i was at andy's house, and i am not by any means allowed to go to la jolla even ALONE, let alone illegally driving other people on top of that), but nothing i said could come even close to explain to why i was 41 minutes late.
luckily, the fact that my dad's car got stolen overshadowed the whole thing, and i got off scott-free. but still, shit, that was too close for comfort.
anyways, yeah, my dad's car. it was a crappy old toyota truck that he got in 1986, and he probably should have stopped driving in 96. it was old, smashed up, and janky. nonetheless, it was stolen from a gated parking lot that requires a security clearance to get in. also unfortunately, we only had accident insurance on it, meaning we aren't gonna get zip for it (although even if we did, we'd get like 500 bucks max). so now my parents might give my dad my car, or we may think of something else. i really hope it's something else.
meanwhile, efron or galen or lena kept calling me every 20 minutes, even while we went out to eat dinner with my mom. they first wanted to hang out, but then they wanted to borrow my PS3 and rockband. eventually, i went with them and ended up staying the night at efron's. oh my fucking god, all they EVER DO IS WHINE. lena whines about being lena. also, she always DEMANDS to play every instrument, starts playing it, and then blames the game as to why she sucks. she can't drum because the bass pedal wouldn't work (she just isn't actually hitting it). she can't play guitar on any difficulty because the calibration lag is off and the guitar is broken (i had no trouble with the guitar at all). she can't sing (which she INSISTED she do all the time) because she says that the singers for every song go too low (she just either A) whispers into the microphone, B) tries to sing about 12 octaves too low, which she can't do, or C) all of the above simultaneousely). again, efron demanded to sing, and even though he sounds horrible, he actually can get good points at songs. ironic. then lena decided that she was only gonna speak in russian for the rest of the night. it was wierd as hell.
on the plus side, efron bought me 10 bucks worth of songs for rockband. so that was good.
but then i got home, and my mom wasn't there. i say hi to my dad, and then my mom comes home with grocerys. i say "hi. need help?" and she says "no, i got it". a few seconds later she says "jee, thanks for wishing me happy birthday". SHE WAS HOME FOR LESS THAN SIXTY SECONDS. ughhhh i swear, she acts so fucking childish sometimes. i give up.
then i had to go sell christmas trees, and that was long and boring as hell, and everyone else there just sat down and played with their dicks while i was the only one actually working. and then it was my mom's birthday party, and i went to that, and then we went home, and i asked my mom if i could go christmas shopping tonight. she said no, because "people go there and look for people by themselves at night so they can mug them". then she started tirading about how i can't go either alone, or at night. so does anyone wanna go christmas shopping at mission valley with me?
OH! and then my mom had a margarita and now she's plastered. but god, my mom is actually much wittier and funnier and nicer when she's smashed. in fact, i actually like her alot better drunk then sober. that's sad/funny.
ok, well on FRIDAY, i was supposed to hang out with efron and sami (yeah, at the same time), and kindofdidn'treally wanna go. luckily, andy and danielle invited me to go to La Jolla with them. ok, actually they just forced me to be their chauffer. but whatever, it was fun as hell. that is, until near the end. my mom told me i needed to be home by 5:00, because we were gonna go to her birthday dinner (her birthday is today btw). so it's about 4:30 when we FINALLY get the tickets, (we left andy's at around 3:00. we'd have maybe gotten there faster if we had directions, but driving around confused with your best friends is way more fun) and so we turn around. i'm worried that i might not make it, but i figured if i hurried i'd make it. The SECOND i get on the freeway, INSTANT bumper to bumper traffic. so i'm all worried and freaking out, and at like... 4:59 i call my mom saying that danielle needed a ride home, so i'd take her home and asking if it was ok (cause that would buy me time, and in actuality, it was true, i was gonna drop her off). before i have a chance to say ANY of that, she just goes "HELLO? YOU'RE LATE". god damn. and then i start explaining the situation, and then she goes "well no, duh. but even if you could, you need to come home soon because your dad's car got stolen". fuck. now not only did i have to hurry the fuck up to andy's, and not have time to drop off my favorite blonde midget, but now i was OBLIGATED to get home even SOONER because of my dad's situation. i end up bullshitting even more excuses (btw, she just thought i was at andy's house, and i am not by any means allowed to go to la jolla even ALONE, let alone illegally driving other people on top of that), but nothing i said could come even close to explain to why i was 41 minutes late.
luckily, the fact that my dad's car got stolen overshadowed the whole thing, and i got off scott-free. but still, shit, that was too close for comfort.
anyways, yeah, my dad's car. it was a crappy old toyota truck that he got in 1986, and he probably should have stopped driving in 96. it was old, smashed up, and janky. nonetheless, it was stolen from a gated parking lot that requires a security clearance to get in. also unfortunately, we only had accident insurance on it, meaning we aren't gonna get zip for it (although even if we did, we'd get like 500 bucks max). so now my parents might give my dad my car, or we may think of something else. i really hope it's something else.
meanwhile, efron or galen or lena kept calling me every 20 minutes, even while we went out to eat dinner with my mom. they first wanted to hang out, but then they wanted to borrow my PS3 and rockband. eventually, i went with them and ended up staying the night at efron's. oh my fucking god, all they EVER DO IS WHINE. lena whines about being lena. also, she always DEMANDS to play every instrument, starts playing it, and then blames the game as to why she sucks. she can't drum because the bass pedal wouldn't work (she just isn't actually hitting it). she can't play guitar on any difficulty because the calibration lag is off and the guitar is broken (i had no trouble with the guitar at all). she can't sing (which she INSISTED she do all the time) because she says that the singers for every song go too low (she just either A) whispers into the microphone, B) tries to sing about 12 octaves too low, which she can't do, or C) all of the above simultaneousely). again, efron demanded to sing, and even though he sounds horrible, he actually can get good points at songs. ironic. then lena decided that she was only gonna speak in russian for the rest of the night. it was wierd as hell.
on the plus side, efron bought me 10 bucks worth of songs for rockband. so that was good.
but then i got home, and my mom wasn't there. i say hi to my dad, and then my mom comes home with grocerys. i say "hi. need help?" and she says "no, i got it". a few seconds later she says "jee, thanks for wishing me happy birthday". SHE WAS HOME FOR LESS THAN SIXTY SECONDS. ughhhh i swear, she acts so fucking childish sometimes. i give up.
then i had to go sell christmas trees, and that was long and boring as hell, and everyone else there just sat down and played with their dicks while i was the only one actually working. and then it was my mom's birthday party, and i went to that, and then we went home, and i asked my mom if i could go christmas shopping tonight. she said no, because "people go there and look for people by themselves at night so they can mug them". then she started tirading about how i can't go either alone, or at night. so does anyone wanna go christmas shopping at mission valley with me?
OH! and then my mom had a margarita and now she's plastered. but god, my mom is actually much wittier and funnier and nicer when she's smashed. in fact, i actually like her alot better drunk then sober. that's sad/funny.