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so, now i have to watch what i write in my livejournal, cuz my stalker sister reads it (haha, just kidding about the stalker part...) and she likes to call me "angsty". in which i suppose i am, but still. hey amber shut the fuck up. ahahah just kidding. sort of.
anyway. so basically let's just talk about how shitty this past weekend was. so first of all, friday night. was hanging with rachael, that was cool, we went to some party in downtown san jose with sivan. on the way there, my car starts making this god awful shitty fucking clanking noise. typically whenever i hear weird noises with my car, i just turn up my music really loud and sing along really loud to it (well i do that anyway) but holy SHIT this noise was so loud that not even my horrible singing and loud music was drowning it out. so rachael and i decide to leave right, and we're driving back, clankity clank yada yada blah blah blah. i'm turning onto prospect off of de anza, and i see a sheriff. OF COURSE, just because my car is such a hunk of junk piece of shit the sheriff follows me and pulls me over right as soon as i get in front of rachael's house. sweet. not. so number one, my wallet is retarded and i couldn't get my license out. i tried to get it out, rachael tried to get it out, the cop tried to, and the other cop that came tried to as well. no such luck. so that was kind of embarassing but i didn't care too much. so anyway he tells me to get out of the car, so i of course comply with his shitty demands. basically i gave this guy and his dip shit friend a ride home from some party last weekend, and his friend left a beer in my car. well i suppose it's illegal for me to have any sort of alcohol in my car because im not 21 (i thought it had to be a closed container, but apparently i can't have any in there at all) so the cop assumed i was drinking. he made me do like 20 minutes worth of sobriety tests in front of rachael's house. man i think my favorite was the one where you have to stand there, lean back with your eyes closed, and estimate 30 seconds. i was like oh for the love of fucking god. i hadn't had anything to drink that night, but the cop didn't believe me of course. ha ha, i must have showed him when i passed all his stupid tests! bahhh. so anyway, then he asked me if there was anything else in my car that he needed to know about. i said no and that he could search my car if he wanted huk huk. well i didn't think he would, but i'll be damned because he DID. so rachael and i sat out there with the other lady cop while mr bad ass i'm gonna search your vehicle for drugs and alcohol cop searched my car. much to his dismay i'm sure, he found nothing. or maybe he got so disgusted by how filthy my car was that he decided to forget it altogether. but anyway, he lectured me about how he could arrest me if he wanted for having that beer in my car and blah blah. but instead he gave me a fix it ticket, for my front license plate, and for not having a back license plate light. bummer. ANOTHER fix it ticket. this is the 4th fix it ticket i've gotten. god dammit, they always "let me off" with a damn fix it ticket. but okay i guess it could be worse if they gave me an actual citation, so i'm going to be thankful. so after that fucking ordeal i stayed over at rachael's and took two sleeping pills (which made me feel sick) so i could fall asleep without any issues.
okay so then we wake up at like 2 the next afternoon. WOW HOW MUCH BETTER THINGS GOT. so we went to her uncle's so he could check out my car because we were supposed to go to Santa Cruz that day to get tickets to the Atreyu concert and we didn't want to drive there and have my car die on us. so her uncle looked at it and told me there was something wrong with the valve, and that basically my car was toast. the least it's going to cost to fix it is $2000, but he said i have to have an actual mechanic look at it, because i might have to get the whole engine replaced, which would be about $4000. WHO THE FUCK HAS THAT KIND OF MONEY? not me, that's for sure. so basically this was just about the most devastating news to me, and i cried all day, and just about all night. and no, i can't just sell this car and get a new one. i still have 3.5 years to pay off this fucking car, there's no way i can sell it because it's under my dad's credit, and he would kill me if i fucked up his credit. so i just have to deal with the fact that i have to pay this car off for 3.5 more years and that i won't be able to drive it. until i get it fixed. which who knows when that will be? i don't have a car. that's the worst part about it. my fucking car is my life, as bad as that sounds. but it's true. i use it to get to work everyday, i need it to run errands for my boss, i need it to get to my OTHER job. and i live so far away from everybody, i'm constatly driving places to see people. and i was supposed to drive to rocklin for my friend's baby shower, and now i'm going to have to tell her i can't make it and that makes me feel so awful. this is just a horrible situation. i feel so helpless and needy without my car. bleccch. so basically that's the shitty deal with my car.
so on top of all that, i got this shitty thing from palo alto superior court about not paying my fix it ticket for my registration. let's discuss. so basically i got my registration tags, and i had a cop sign off my fix it ticket. he told me i needed to go to traffic court in downtown san jose to turn in my citation so i don't get fined for being late. well, i did that. sometimes i hate cops. he told me to go to the wrong place. i was supposed to take the citation to the shitty palo alto court, but of course the day my ticket was due was on my birthday, february 8th, and the day that i get any information in the mail about the ticket is march 1st. so now, i don't have my signed off ticket anymore because i already took it to the san jose traffic court house. but they never cashed my $10 check. i don't know what to do. and what's even more absurd is on the piece of mail i got from the palo alto court it said the due date to pay the fine was on april 30th 2005. but i was supposed to have the thing fixed by february 8th. what the fuck? apparently i'm going to have to make some calls. actually i already did, but i was on hold forever so i got pissed and hung up. i'll try again tomorrow. if this doesn't get settled (in which it should because i FIXED THE PROBLEM, PAID THE FEE, AND TURNED IT IN) then it's going to cost me $112 and i'll just fucking fly off my rocker. though i'm sure i've already done that.
then saturday night sivan came and picked me up, and holy shit we went to this guy's house off of great oaks, dude it was so weird. i was just sitting there with sivan and he's like "um are you Jenessa? Jenessa LeDeit?" and i was like uuuuh huh, and i just stared at him, then i realized it was this guy i used to be super good friends with. i've known him since 7th grade and i didn't even recognize him. and he looks the exact same! it was so bizarre. i freaked out, as i have tendencies to do. then sivan and i stole a bottle of Jack from their house, went to some other party, and got obliterated, eh? i of course, made a royal ass out of myself. but it was all in good, if not really obnoxious, fun. (Amber you little rat, don't tell mom, she's worried enough about me.) so anyway, then sivan and i went to some guy's house and her and i fell asleep at like 3 something, whilst locking out ridiculous boys who try and sabatoge poor innocents such and sivan and i. next day (more like 3 hours later) i wake up to the melodious tones of chris martin's voice (fucking alarm clocks), and the car problems are still there. aahhh dammit. i was hoping it was a nightmare?
well that was my weekend. quite shitty if you ask me. i'm officially carless (aka helpless). the cops love to harass me. and i made an ass out of myself. aaaah fuck, the perils of being an angsty 20 year old, right Amber? you bitch, quit reading my livejournal, i long to be much angstier but now i'm all worried about you harassing me later for it. oh by the way, don't you owe me like $2000 or something? i just remembered that one time i loaned you all that money....
if anyone has some good, useful advice for me, please feel free to give it here. i'm all ears. don't be mean and all fatherly though ::coughchriscough::.
holy shit, this was long.
that is all.
anyway. so basically let's just talk about how shitty this past weekend was. so first of all, friday night. was hanging with rachael, that was cool, we went to some party in downtown san jose with sivan. on the way there, my car starts making this god awful shitty fucking clanking noise. typically whenever i hear weird noises with my car, i just turn up my music really loud and sing along really loud to it (well i do that anyway) but holy SHIT this noise was so loud that not even my horrible singing and loud music was drowning it out. so rachael and i decide to leave right, and we're driving back, clankity clank yada yada blah blah blah. i'm turning onto prospect off of de anza, and i see a sheriff. OF COURSE, just because my car is such a hunk of junk piece of shit the sheriff follows me and pulls me over right as soon as i get in front of rachael's house. sweet. not. so number one, my wallet is retarded and i couldn't get my license out. i tried to get it out, rachael tried to get it out, the cop tried to, and the other cop that came tried to as well. no such luck. so that was kind of embarassing but i didn't care too much. so anyway he tells me to get out of the car, so i of course comply with his shitty demands. basically i gave this guy and his dip shit friend a ride home from some party last weekend, and his friend left a beer in my car. well i suppose it's illegal for me to have any sort of alcohol in my car because im not 21 (i thought it had to be a closed container, but apparently i can't have any in there at all) so the cop assumed i was drinking. he made me do like 20 minutes worth of sobriety tests in front of rachael's house. man i think my favorite was the one where you have to stand there, lean back with your eyes closed, and estimate 30 seconds. i was like oh for the love of fucking god. i hadn't had anything to drink that night, but the cop didn't believe me of course. ha ha, i must have showed him when i passed all his stupid tests! bahhh. so anyway, then he asked me if there was anything else in my car that he needed to know about. i said no and that he could search my car if he wanted huk huk. well i didn't think he would, but i'll be damned because he DID. so rachael and i sat out there with the other lady cop while mr bad ass i'm gonna search your vehicle for drugs and alcohol cop searched my car. much to his dismay i'm sure, he found nothing. or maybe he got so disgusted by how filthy my car was that he decided to forget it altogether. but anyway, he lectured me about how he could arrest me if he wanted for having that beer in my car and blah blah. but instead he gave me a fix it ticket, for my front license plate, and for not having a back license plate light. bummer. ANOTHER fix it ticket. this is the 4th fix it ticket i've gotten. god dammit, they always "let me off" with a damn fix it ticket. but okay i guess it could be worse if they gave me an actual citation, so i'm going to be thankful. so after that fucking ordeal i stayed over at rachael's and took two sleeping pills (which made me feel sick) so i could fall asleep without any issues.
okay so then we wake up at like 2 the next afternoon. WOW HOW MUCH BETTER THINGS GOT. so we went to her uncle's so he could check out my car because we were supposed to go to Santa Cruz that day to get tickets to the Atreyu concert and we didn't want to drive there and have my car die on us. so her uncle looked at it and told me there was something wrong with the valve, and that basically my car was toast. the least it's going to cost to fix it is $2000, but he said i have to have an actual mechanic look at it, because i might have to get the whole engine replaced, which would be about $4000. WHO THE FUCK HAS THAT KIND OF MONEY? not me, that's for sure. so basically this was just about the most devastating news to me, and i cried all day, and just about all night. and no, i can't just sell this car and get a new one. i still have 3.5 years to pay off this fucking car, there's no way i can sell it because it's under my dad's credit, and he would kill me if i fucked up his credit. so i just have to deal with the fact that i have to pay this car off for 3.5 more years and that i won't be able to drive it. until i get it fixed. which who knows when that will be? i don't have a car. that's the worst part about it. my fucking car is my life, as bad as that sounds. but it's true. i use it to get to work everyday, i need it to run errands for my boss, i need it to get to my OTHER job. and i live so far away from everybody, i'm constatly driving places to see people. and i was supposed to drive to rocklin for my friend's baby shower, and now i'm going to have to tell her i can't make it and that makes me feel so awful. this is just a horrible situation. i feel so helpless and needy without my car. bleccch. so basically that's the shitty deal with my car.
so on top of all that, i got this shitty thing from palo alto superior court about not paying my fix it ticket for my registration. let's discuss. so basically i got my registration tags, and i had a cop sign off my fix it ticket. he told me i needed to go to traffic court in downtown san jose to turn in my citation so i don't get fined for being late. well, i did that. sometimes i hate cops. he told me to go to the wrong place. i was supposed to take the citation to the shitty palo alto court, but of course the day my ticket was due was on my birthday, february 8th, and the day that i get any information in the mail about the ticket is march 1st. so now, i don't have my signed off ticket anymore because i already took it to the san jose traffic court house. but they never cashed my $10 check. i don't know what to do. and what's even more absurd is on the piece of mail i got from the palo alto court it said the due date to pay the fine was on april 30th 2005. but i was supposed to have the thing fixed by february 8th. what the fuck? apparently i'm going to have to make some calls. actually i already did, but i was on hold forever so i got pissed and hung up. i'll try again tomorrow. if this doesn't get settled (in which it should because i FIXED THE PROBLEM, PAID THE FEE, AND TURNED IT IN) then it's going to cost me $112 and i'll just fucking fly off my rocker. though i'm sure i've already done that.
then saturday night sivan came and picked me up, and holy shit we went to this guy's house off of great oaks, dude it was so weird. i was just sitting there with sivan and he's like "um are you Jenessa? Jenessa LeDeit?" and i was like uuuuh huh, and i just stared at him, then i realized it was this guy i used to be super good friends with. i've known him since 7th grade and i didn't even recognize him. and he looks the exact same! it was so bizarre. i freaked out, as i have tendencies to do. then sivan and i stole a bottle of Jack from their house, went to some other party, and got obliterated, eh? i of course, made a royal ass out of myself. but it was all in good, if not really obnoxious, fun. (Amber you little rat, don't tell mom, she's worried enough about me.) so anyway, then sivan and i went to some guy's house and her and i fell asleep at like 3 something, whilst locking out ridiculous boys who try and sabatoge poor innocents such and sivan and i. next day (more like 3 hours later) i wake up to the melodious tones of chris martin's voice (fucking alarm clocks), and the car problems are still there. aahhh dammit. i was hoping it was a nightmare?
well that was my weekend. quite shitty if you ask me. i'm officially carless (aka helpless). the cops love to harass me. and i made an ass out of myself. aaaah fuck, the perils of being an angsty 20 year old, right Amber? you bitch, quit reading my livejournal, i long to be much angstier but now i'm all worried about you harassing me later for it. oh by the way, don't you owe me like $2000 or something? i just remembered that one time i loaned you all that money....
if anyone has some good, useful advice for me, please feel free to give it here. i'm all ears. don't be mean and all fatherly though ::coughchriscough::.
holy shit, this was long.
that is all.