the Lord's day
Yea, so I guess because I don't go to church or something, the Lord decided that I'd have one mundane motherfucker of a Sunday.
It's Ed's birthday today. Happy birthday Ed.
The day started with me sleeping until 10:30, sitting on the computer until around 12, then driving all over town for no real reason with Joe. We burned almost a quarter tank of gas and didn't go anywhere, and I wasn't leadfooting it. So, we drove like 85 miles and saw not much of anything. Although, in a way it was kinda sweet. We were definately lowriding. We went into PriceMart or whatever that dollar store thing is called. I gotta say, that place is damned strange. It's all old women working there, and sheleves full of trinkets...nearly dead silent except for the store music, which is provided by a radio station that barely comes in. You could seriouly use the place for some sort of wierd movie setting. It actually kind of reminded me of Donnie Darko for some reason.
I looked at my friends E30 325IS today, after dropping joe off at his place. (For noobs: an 88 BMW 2 door. The old, square body style with four seperate round headlights...you know it.) The car had nearly 200,000 miles, and the body was beat. There was a spot on the front, right behind the front wheel, where something had dented that shit in about 4 odd inches...multiple rust spots...and a bunch of other shit. Plus, when I popped the hood and checked the oil, just for the hell of it, it came out black as sin and the consistancy of molasses. I mean, this shit was ancient. It was the worst oil I've ever actually seen in a car. When I saw that, I told my friend's dad that I was "Set with this car" and left.
I talked to Jeff Badalateau while he was at work at Mobil for a while about music and cars. (Sorry I just mangled your last name, haha.) It was interesting.
At 5:30, Ed and I met up and went out to Raymond to fix the turn signals on the Mustang 5.0 his uncle gave him. I'm proud to say my contribution to this was pointing out that the shit was wired wrong, and the wires that were supposed to go to the blinkers were definately connected to the brake lights...which is why I think the car was blowing fuses probably. I pointed that out to Ed, and he had it fixed with a quickness. We went for a short ride around the neighborhood, but we couldn't do anything sweet because we had no plates and no sticker. Too bad. Good luck to Ed...that car is basicly a heap. Sucks to see a Mustang let go like that...the previous owner didn't take care of that thing for shit.
And then I came home, mowed the lawn, ate some Pizza, watched some Liar Liar, and kicked back. Word to kicking back, as tomorow is school and I'll be busy with shit. It's a bummer, but I only have 16 days of highschool left, so I'm over it.
My band seriously needs some help. Mike Brown, aka my drummer, is mostly ontop of things, but Matt the vocalist is always busy and Tom, the drummer, wants to play other stuff. I kinda want to play other stuff as well, but I think that need can be satisfied by writing and playing more advanced, more interesting material. Whatever.
Worked ok hours this weekend. Next week will see another 100 or so go into the BMW fund....putting me at about 5 percent of the needed total. Sigh. Nothing happens overnight, but I wish it would. The real payoffs will come after I get out of school, because I'll be able to find a more worthwhile job. I'll rock Mr Bubbles with Marvin, maybe ;).
Yea, bedtime. Later.
It's Ed's birthday today. Happy birthday Ed.
The day started with me sleeping until 10:30, sitting on the computer until around 12, then driving all over town for no real reason with Joe. We burned almost a quarter tank of gas and didn't go anywhere, and I wasn't leadfooting it. So, we drove like 85 miles and saw not much of anything. Although, in a way it was kinda sweet. We were definately lowriding. We went into PriceMart or whatever that dollar store thing is called. I gotta say, that place is damned strange. It's all old women working there, and sheleves full of trinkets...nearly dead silent except for the store music, which is provided by a radio station that barely comes in. You could seriouly use the place for some sort of wierd movie setting. It actually kind of reminded me of Donnie Darko for some reason.
I looked at my friends E30 325IS today, after dropping joe off at his place. (For noobs: an 88 BMW 2 door. The old, square body style with four seperate round headlights...you know it.) The car had nearly 200,000 miles, and the body was beat. There was a spot on the front, right behind the front wheel, where something had dented that shit in about 4 odd inches...multiple rust spots...and a bunch of other shit. Plus, when I popped the hood and checked the oil, just for the hell of it, it came out black as sin and the consistancy of molasses. I mean, this shit was ancient. It was the worst oil I've ever actually seen in a car. When I saw that, I told my friend's dad that I was "Set with this car" and left.
I talked to Jeff Badalateau while he was at work at Mobil for a while about music and cars. (Sorry I just mangled your last name, haha.) It was interesting.
At 5:30, Ed and I met up and went out to Raymond to fix the turn signals on the Mustang 5.0 his uncle gave him. I'm proud to say my contribution to this was pointing out that the shit was wired wrong, and the wires that were supposed to go to the blinkers were definately connected to the brake lights...which is why I think the car was blowing fuses probably. I pointed that out to Ed, and he had it fixed with a quickness. We went for a short ride around the neighborhood, but we couldn't do anything sweet because we had no plates and no sticker. Too bad. Good luck to Ed...that car is basicly a heap. Sucks to see a Mustang let go like that...the previous owner didn't take care of that thing for shit.
And then I came home, mowed the lawn, ate some Pizza, watched some Liar Liar, and kicked back. Word to kicking back, as tomorow is school and I'll be busy with shit. It's a bummer, but I only have 16 days of highschool left, so I'm over it.
My band seriously needs some help. Mike Brown, aka my drummer, is mostly ontop of things, but Matt the vocalist is always busy and Tom, the drummer, wants to play other stuff. I kinda want to play other stuff as well, but I think that need can be satisfied by writing and playing more advanced, more interesting material. Whatever.
Worked ok hours this weekend. Next week will see another 100 or so go into the BMW fund....putting me at about 5 percent of the needed total. Sigh. Nothing happens overnight, but I wish it would. The real payoffs will come after I get out of school, because I'll be able to find a more worthwhile job. I'll rock Mr Bubbles with Marvin, maybe ;).
Yea, bedtime. Later.