girls and cars.. and cars hitting mailboxes
So I went to see Jeanna again on Friday night. She was at a birthday party for her sister's boyfriend, so I didn't go over there until around 11. It was nice.. we watched V for Vendetta and even though she kind of didn't get parts she said over all it was a pretty cool movie and she liked it. Which is GREAT! Then we watched Beetlejuice, which was on TV, and when we got sick of that we just watched some infomercials and this very cool music show called Live from Abbey Road, which I've never seen before. I got home around 4ish. We're going to hang out again this week some time and watch Across the Universe, which I'm going to buy on Tuesday. I can't wait!
Last night, I hit some guy's mailbox driving home from work. This really sucks, because I was only about 45 seconds away from my house, also there was a party of a bunch of little high school kids going on across the street, and they all saw it happen and ran over to "help." I'm sure they meant well, but really the last thing you need when you've just obliterated some stranger's mailbox is a mob of 15 and 16 year olds shouting questions at you and all trying to be funny in front of their friends, and then taking it upon themselves to rush the guy's house and ring the doorbell. "He looks pissed!" they said. No fucking shit he looks pissed.. how would you like to have your doorbell rung by a bunch of kids at 11:30 at night and then be told that your mailbox was just destroyed? Anyways, we did the whole "my name, your name," thing. I gave him my phone and license plate numbers. I really hope I don't have to deal with cops. I told him whatever he needs I'll cover it. I didn't know how damaged my car was until this morning. There's two major dents in the side where the mailbox hit, and some plastic around the wheel well was torn off. I can't wait until my dad sees it. Oh and I can't wait for my brother and sister to tell me that I have finally gained a popular reputation at my old high school as the fucking older brother who lives at home with mom and dad and who is a crazy driver who takes out mailboxes late at night. FUCK!
-michael
Last night, I hit some guy's mailbox driving home from work. This really sucks, because I was only about 45 seconds away from my house, also there was a party of a bunch of little high school kids going on across the street, and they all saw it happen and ran over to "help." I'm sure they meant well, but really the last thing you need when you've just obliterated some stranger's mailbox is a mob of 15 and 16 year olds shouting questions at you and all trying to be funny in front of their friends, and then taking it upon themselves to rush the guy's house and ring the doorbell. "He looks pissed!" they said. No fucking shit he looks pissed.. how would you like to have your doorbell rung by a bunch of kids at 11:30 at night and then be told that your mailbox was just destroyed? Anyways, we did the whole "my name, your name," thing. I gave him my phone and license plate numbers. I really hope I don't have to deal with cops. I told him whatever he needs I'll cover it. I didn't know how damaged my car was until this morning. There's two major dents in the side where the mailbox hit, and some plastic around the wheel well was torn off. I can't wait until my dad sees it. Oh and I can't wait for my brother and sister to tell me that I have finally gained a popular reputation at my old high school as the fucking older brother who lives at home with mom and dad and who is a crazy driver who takes out mailboxes late at night. FUCK!
-michael