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Eight fucking days. Can you imagine how hard it must have been if I can't even get one honest word out?
So let me backtrack. Even less luck with the job hunting. At the second half of last week, I was just sitting on my ass the whole day, eventually getting up to clean house. I'm getting pretty discouraged. That and the fact that I only had $1.53 in pennies to pay for gas kinda helped. I come to find out that not driving the truck was a good idea. After all...
See, here's tragedy. April knew what was wrong with my car after some experience with Jamie's van. If I had described the problem to her, she would have known right away what it was. So after a labor-intensive switchout of the heater coil ($576), new hoses, chemical flush of the cooling system, and a half-dozen other things, the bill after tax was $1,033. They took $550 of my $596 left for school for it and paid off the rest.
At least now I know why there's so much emphasis on getting a job. See, as it turns out, everyone is about to go under, and they need money coming IN, not just being kicked around through the household. I put in some applications at Pizza Hut, Target, and Muddie Waters yesterday. Tried to pick James up, but he had already gone out from where he was supposed to be. Nobody answered ANY phone, so I had no way of knowing. So I steal their friend Konigee's bass (with his permission, of course... musician's code), and taught Josh a coupla songs. My brother the shitty bass player. It suits him. ^_^
In other news. I heart Michelle. We've been talking almost every night for the last week. She got to where she had to have The Discussion with her current boyfriend. It's a rough situation. I wished her nothing but the best, and she asked me if I could help her gently down the Emo path. (Jas, April, this means NOTHING. I'm not following her, so don't ask.) We've decided that we're gonna move to Virginia and get married and stuff, and it'll be the most awesomest thing in the history of the world part two.
At least she's not as badly off as Amity. I've been talking to her as well the last two days. Visited her last night. Her problem has to do with her boyfriend's love of meth. April panicked when I told her that. I said, "At least he was honest." But last night she told me that he did it with no prodding whatsoever the night/early morning before. I told her that maybe there is no better way (for her sake, her conscience's sake, and her man's sake) than to maybe deliver an ultimatum: me or meth. I've heard it working once before on a much more difficult substance. And no, there will be no specifics on that statement.
::sigh:: I fucked up in court. This one is going on my record because the judge told me wrong about how to get something done. In Pasadena, they don't evidently believe in extensions, just in cold cash on arrival. The bastards. So here's me. $345 over the next three months, and probably another $500 a year on fucking LIABILITY insurance over the next year or two. It's such a scam. Not just insurance. Traffic laws. Part of that (originally) $295 is a seatbelt violation. I mean, FUCK. Tell me this, Mr. Policeman. WHY is it illegal for me to not wear a seatbelt? Answer is simple. Pasadena needs cash. We need you to stay alive so you can work and send us even more money. Kinda self-evident, isn't it? I'm being filled with that old sense of hatred that accompanied my petty anarchy. It's like I'm 17 again. Bumming rides from people (for a week, anyway), talking about the revolution and the fall of the corrupt, et cetera, et cetera. Whee. I hated 17. But then again, my retrospection is always filled with self-loathing.
I can't wait to see my friendS coming down next month. I'll let you figure out what that means, because evidently, I'm bad at keeping secrets.
I feel this nihilistic burst of evil coming on. But it's like I had to explain to Chris: The good villians aren't Hell-bent on destroying the world. They only do that in shitty B-movies. Yes, I differentiated. There are good B-movies. I know. I'm a bit of a connosieur.
It's been forever since I went to a show. I think that would fix so much of my bad moods.
That's about it. I need to hit the road now. I know I forgot something, but I can always come back when it hits me.
So let me backtrack. Even less luck with the job hunting. At the second half of last week, I was just sitting on my ass the whole day, eventually getting up to clean house. I'm getting pretty discouraged. That and the fact that I only had $1.53 in pennies to pay for gas kinda helped. I come to find out that not driving the truck was a good idea. After all...
See, here's tragedy. April knew what was wrong with my car after some experience with Jamie's van. If I had described the problem to her, she would have known right away what it was. So after a labor-intensive switchout of the heater coil ($576), new hoses, chemical flush of the cooling system, and a half-dozen other things, the bill after tax was $1,033. They took $550 of my $596 left for school for it and paid off the rest.
At least now I know why there's so much emphasis on getting a job. See, as it turns out, everyone is about to go under, and they need money coming IN, not just being kicked around through the household. I put in some applications at Pizza Hut, Target, and Muddie Waters yesterday. Tried to pick James up, but he had already gone out from where he was supposed to be. Nobody answered ANY phone, so I had no way of knowing. So I steal their friend Konigee's bass (with his permission, of course... musician's code), and taught Josh a coupla songs. My brother the shitty bass player. It suits him. ^_^
In other news. I heart Michelle. We've been talking almost every night for the last week. She got to where she had to have The Discussion with her current boyfriend. It's a rough situation. I wished her nothing but the best, and she asked me if I could help her gently down the Emo path. (Jas, April, this means NOTHING. I'm not following her, so don't ask.) We've decided that we're gonna move to Virginia and get married and stuff, and it'll be the most awesomest thing in the history of the world part two.
At least she's not as badly off as Amity. I've been talking to her as well the last two days. Visited her last night. Her problem has to do with her boyfriend's love of meth. April panicked when I told her that. I said, "At least he was honest." But last night she told me that he did it with no prodding whatsoever the night/early morning before. I told her that maybe there is no better way (for her sake, her conscience's sake, and her man's sake) than to maybe deliver an ultimatum: me or meth. I've heard it working once before on a much more difficult substance. And no, there will be no specifics on that statement.
::sigh:: I fucked up in court. This one is going on my record because the judge told me wrong about how to get something done. In Pasadena, they don't evidently believe in extensions, just in cold cash on arrival. The bastards. So here's me. $345 over the next three months, and probably another $500 a year on fucking LIABILITY insurance over the next year or two. It's such a scam. Not just insurance. Traffic laws. Part of that (originally) $295 is a seatbelt violation. I mean, FUCK. Tell me this, Mr. Policeman. WHY is it illegal for me to not wear a seatbelt? Answer is simple. Pasadena needs cash. We need you to stay alive so you can work and send us even more money. Kinda self-evident, isn't it? I'm being filled with that old sense of hatred that accompanied my petty anarchy. It's like I'm 17 again. Bumming rides from people (for a week, anyway), talking about the revolution and the fall of the corrupt, et cetera, et cetera. Whee. I hated 17. But then again, my retrospection is always filled with self-loathing.
I can't wait to see my friendS coming down next month. I'll let you figure out what that means, because evidently, I'm bad at keeping secrets.
I feel this nihilistic burst of evil coming on. But it's like I had to explain to Chris: The good villians aren't Hell-bent on destroying the world. They only do that in shitty B-movies. Yes, I differentiated. There are good B-movies. I know. I'm a bit of a connosieur.
It's been forever since I went to a show. I think that would fix so much of my bad moods.
That's about it. I need to hit the road now. I know I forgot something, but I can always come back when it hits me.