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I'm not exactly sure what just happened...
I'll summarize as briefly as I can:
Got apartment with Stirf and Jamie. I needed a cosigner. Mom said no because she didn't cosign for Lauren. Lauren didn't need one because her roomate's mom cosigned (they only needed one). Mom told me to ask dad. Dad was a little iffy, responding with a "we'll see" (which usually means yes with him, but it's hard to tell sometimes). Tonight, Dad's suddenly like NO with a capital HELL. Yes. That's right, capital HELL. Well, those weren't his exact words... I took a little artistic liberty. So, I call Jete to see if his parents would. I mean, it's not asking too much considering they won't have to pay anything unless I default on a payment (which I won't). You see - when it comes to someone relying on me, I deliver. Especially since Mr and Mrs Jete do a lot for me (mostly dinner), they're like second parents. I want to return the favor somehow by showing that I can be a reliable person and maybe taking them all out for dinner as a thank you. Unfortunately, I received word from Stirf that the cosigner HAD to be a parent/family member, but not a sibling... Sooooooooooooo, I put the phone down and went back to confront mister NO with a capital HELL. That went over REAL well. I went back upstairs only to realize I left the door open so Stirf could hear pretty damn near everything that was said... And I apologize, Stirf. SO, I took my leave from Stirf to try to handle the situation.
By 'handle' I mean 'talk to mom without dad being present because you cannot reason with my dad.' I basically explained to her how I saw the entire situation that is my life with as much teen angst as I could muster. I told her about how no matter what, I was always second place to Lauren. I tried Tee ball back in the day. Dad was the scorekeeper, but he took a part time job as coach/boss of me. Yeah... Lauren was playing softball at the time, so it was my way of trying to show that I could be a good kid, too. Dad filled the season with plenty of constructive criticism (constructive in his eyes). My first season of tee ball was my last. Lauren took up shooting with 4H. As soon as I was old enough, I joined up. I did the whole hunter's ed thing, competition shooting, etc. Alas, because Lauren was doing it, I was seen as second. She got all sorts of new equipment, I got hand me downs and a walmart air rifle (which was actually pretty good. I got a silver award at my first State Shoot in field targets). I did well, but Lauren always got the spotlight. She was in every newspaper for all sorts of things. I wasn't even credited in team photographs. One of Lauren's bullseyes is on the fridge. Her trophies, medals, and ribbons were displayed all around the house. All my awards were kept in my room. After we joined the Turkey Creek Shooting Club, the parents bought her a $1000 leather suit, shoes, stands, a spotting scope, special ammunition, new bow, and a new gun. I got one of Lauren's old guns and a pad. I had to borrow guns and bows from the club. I soon quit due to lack of sponsership and support. Mom and dad saw it as me not being interested.
If you walk through our house, there are certificates of achievement and such EVERYWHERE. They're all for Lauren except for ONE that's posted right outside my room upstairs on the side of the house that pretty much nobody goes to. It's my Middle School Graduation. My High School diploma is on a bookshelf behind the sculpture of a train made out of coal...
The whole reason I got into cars and bikes was to try to be closer with my dad. So he'd see me as a son and not as some kid who lives with them. He said that when I learned how to ride a bike, he'd get me a dirtbike and teach me how to ride a motorcycle. Never did get that dirtbike... And I had to learn how to ride a motorcycle from Rachel, John, and Glenn. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Lauren's first car was a Saab 900s. Nice car. She killed the transmission racing people at stoplights. So, they gave her my dad's Escort. She ran that into the back of a brend new Mercedes suv and totalled it. So, they got her the TBird. I started driving, so I got the TBird and they bought her the Saturn. I had to pay for the TBird as well as all maintenance (including fucking $200 tires!!! WTF?). After Lauren got a few reckless tickets and the accident, she lost her license. I inherited the Saturn after the tbird died and the mountaineer met an untimely end. Lauren gets her license back, gets knocked up, and you know what? They bought her a new car...
Now, one of the big reasons they won't cosign for me is because even though they didn't for Lauren, they still ended up having to pay thousands of dollars for missed rent and damages to a couple apartments. Why? because Lauren decided to room with drug addicts who punch holes in the walls, stole stuff, spent rent money on drugs, burned things, and wrote all over the walls. Weeeeeee, fun...
There's also the whole school thing. I wanted to go to Governor's School. Mom thought I couldn't make it in, Leigh Quick thought I couldn't do it either, and so I made it in. Granted, I didn't stay in due to stress, I made it in and through 2.5 years. I left after Leigh and Geiger promised to let a second person in the next year. It's tough being the only person. Senior year, Mom started emailing the family and telling them I wouldn't graduate. I graduated with an advanced diploma. So, she emailed everyone telling them I wasn't going to college because I was joining the Coast Guard or Navy or something. I was accepted to VCU and CNU, but because I had to pay, I decided to go to Jsarge to get rid of all the entry-level shit. Hey, $900 a semester is pretty sweet.
After the guilt trip, mom just kinda sniffled a little and walked off. I filled in the rest of the application for the Pit Stop and drove down to hang out with Terynia and Annette. It helped me calm down a bit and feel a little better about the situation. I figured I'd give Nana and Uncle Bob a call to see if they might be able to help. An hour later, I return home. Mom and dad were suddenly all nice. Lord, they were lovey dovey. Dad said they'd consider cosigning when I gave them all the details on when stuff had to be turned in. Okay... That works, I guess... So... Yeah... I guess, I'll just meet up with Stirf tomorrow after meeting with my advisor and looking at classes for the fall. I may even cheer myself up with Advent Children. That's out, now... Well, as of today. Maybe that will inspire dad to help with the Triumph and MAYBE Fenrir (if that ever happens).
Well, I think you've heard enough of my bitching and whining like a little girl. I just wanted to let you guys in. Give you an idea of why I'm me. I mean, all that shit led to me trying so hard to be a nice guy and help other people. So I guess it was good in that respect. Helped me to be more independent, too.
In conclusion: Thank you. All of you. All my friends, all the random people I've met. Thanks to the Jeters, Stirf, Nick, Paul, Jamie, Brooks, Lindsey, Steph up in the windy city, Kevin, Fiona, Marissa, Brendan, The Dons, The Alex's, Nate, Uncle Z, Bradley, Jared, Hien, Taylor, Thomas, Brian, Indigo, Adriane, Faith, Erin, Michelle, Rachel, John, Glenn, Coventry, Nikki, Phillipa, Paula, Rusty, Lee, Terynia, Annette, Lauren, Ryan, and anyone else I left out. You guys are the best. Thanks for being there and believing in me. And I hope you're all still there, or else I'll have to kick your asses.
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, I take my leave.
Love is love, man. Love is love.
I'll summarize as briefly as I can:
Got apartment with Stirf and Jamie. I needed a cosigner. Mom said no because she didn't cosign for Lauren. Lauren didn't need one because her roomate's mom cosigned (they only needed one). Mom told me to ask dad. Dad was a little iffy, responding with a "we'll see" (which usually means yes with him, but it's hard to tell sometimes). Tonight, Dad's suddenly like NO with a capital HELL. Yes. That's right, capital HELL. Well, those weren't his exact words... I took a little artistic liberty. So, I call Jete to see if his parents would. I mean, it's not asking too much considering they won't have to pay anything unless I default on a payment (which I won't). You see - when it comes to someone relying on me, I deliver. Especially since Mr and Mrs Jete do a lot for me (mostly dinner), they're like second parents. I want to return the favor somehow by showing that I can be a reliable person and maybe taking them all out for dinner as a thank you. Unfortunately, I received word from Stirf that the cosigner HAD to be a parent/family member, but not a sibling... Sooooooooooooo, I put the phone down and went back to confront mister NO with a capital HELL. That went over REAL well. I went back upstairs only to realize I left the door open so Stirf could hear pretty damn near everything that was said... And I apologize, Stirf. SO, I took my leave from Stirf to try to handle the situation.
By 'handle' I mean 'talk to mom without dad being present because you cannot reason with my dad.' I basically explained to her how I saw the entire situation that is my life with as much teen angst as I could muster. I told her about how no matter what, I was always second place to Lauren. I tried Tee ball back in the day. Dad was the scorekeeper, but he took a part time job as coach/boss of me. Yeah... Lauren was playing softball at the time, so it was my way of trying to show that I could be a good kid, too. Dad filled the season with plenty of constructive criticism (constructive in his eyes). My first season of tee ball was my last. Lauren took up shooting with 4H. As soon as I was old enough, I joined up. I did the whole hunter's ed thing, competition shooting, etc. Alas, because Lauren was doing it, I was seen as second. She got all sorts of new equipment, I got hand me downs and a walmart air rifle (which was actually pretty good. I got a silver award at my first State Shoot in field targets). I did well, but Lauren always got the spotlight. She was in every newspaper for all sorts of things. I wasn't even credited in team photographs. One of Lauren's bullseyes is on the fridge. Her trophies, medals, and ribbons were displayed all around the house. All my awards were kept in my room. After we joined the Turkey Creek Shooting Club, the parents bought her a $1000 leather suit, shoes, stands, a spotting scope, special ammunition, new bow, and a new gun. I got one of Lauren's old guns and a pad. I had to borrow guns and bows from the club. I soon quit due to lack of sponsership and support. Mom and dad saw it as me not being interested.
If you walk through our house, there are certificates of achievement and such EVERYWHERE. They're all for Lauren except for ONE that's posted right outside my room upstairs on the side of the house that pretty much nobody goes to. It's my Middle School Graduation. My High School diploma is on a bookshelf behind the sculpture of a train made out of coal...
The whole reason I got into cars and bikes was to try to be closer with my dad. So he'd see me as a son and not as some kid who lives with them. He said that when I learned how to ride a bike, he'd get me a dirtbike and teach me how to ride a motorcycle. Never did get that dirtbike... And I had to learn how to ride a motorcycle from Rachel, John, and Glenn. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Lauren's first car was a Saab 900s. Nice car. She killed the transmission racing people at stoplights. So, they gave her my dad's Escort. She ran that into the back of a brend new Mercedes suv and totalled it. So, they got her the TBird. I started driving, so I got the TBird and they bought her the Saturn. I had to pay for the TBird as well as all maintenance (including fucking $200 tires!!! WTF?). After Lauren got a few reckless tickets and the accident, she lost her license. I inherited the Saturn after the tbird died and the mountaineer met an untimely end. Lauren gets her license back, gets knocked up, and you know what? They bought her a new car...
Now, one of the big reasons they won't cosign for me is because even though they didn't for Lauren, they still ended up having to pay thousands of dollars for missed rent and damages to a couple apartments. Why? because Lauren decided to room with drug addicts who punch holes in the walls, stole stuff, spent rent money on drugs, burned things, and wrote all over the walls. Weeeeeee, fun...
There's also the whole school thing. I wanted to go to Governor's School. Mom thought I couldn't make it in, Leigh Quick thought I couldn't do it either, and so I made it in. Granted, I didn't stay in due to stress, I made it in and through 2.5 years. I left after Leigh and Geiger promised to let a second person in the next year. It's tough being the only person. Senior year, Mom started emailing the family and telling them I wouldn't graduate. I graduated with an advanced diploma. So, she emailed everyone telling them I wasn't going to college because I was joining the Coast Guard or Navy or something. I was accepted to VCU and CNU, but because I had to pay, I decided to go to Jsarge to get rid of all the entry-level shit. Hey, $900 a semester is pretty sweet.
After the guilt trip, mom just kinda sniffled a little and walked off. I filled in the rest of the application for the Pit Stop and drove down to hang out with Terynia and Annette. It helped me calm down a bit and feel a little better about the situation. I figured I'd give Nana and Uncle Bob a call to see if they might be able to help. An hour later, I return home. Mom and dad were suddenly all nice. Lord, they were lovey dovey. Dad said they'd consider cosigning when I gave them all the details on when stuff had to be turned in. Okay... That works, I guess... So... Yeah... I guess, I'll just meet up with Stirf tomorrow after meeting with my advisor and looking at classes for the fall. I may even cheer myself up with Advent Children. That's out, now... Well, as of today. Maybe that will inspire dad to help with the Triumph and MAYBE Fenrir (if that ever happens).
Well, I think you've heard enough of my bitching and whining like a little girl. I just wanted to let you guys in. Give you an idea of why I'm me. I mean, all that shit led to me trying so hard to be a nice guy and help other people. So I guess it was good in that respect. Helped me to be more independent, too.
In conclusion: Thank you. All of you. All my friends, all the random people I've met. Thanks to the Jeters, Stirf, Nick, Paul, Jamie, Brooks, Lindsey, Steph up in the windy city, Kevin, Fiona, Marissa, Brendan, The Dons, The Alex's, Nate, Uncle Z, Bradley, Jared, Hien, Taylor, Thomas, Brian, Indigo, Adriane, Faith, Erin, Michelle, Rachel, John, Glenn, Coventry, Nikki, Phillipa, Paula, Rusty, Lee, Terynia, Annette, Lauren, Ryan, and anyone else I left out. You guys are the best. Thanks for being there and believing in me. And I hope you're all still there, or else I'll have to kick your asses.
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, I take my leave.
Love is love, man. Love is love.