that is why they call em HardLuck
I LOVE my fucking luck!
I suppose I have my good spurts. But, i just have fickle luck, and tonight was no exception:
I was on my way to a birthday party in McAllen, for a very attractive female friend of mine. I was planning on having some drinks, having a good time, and being around people that make me smile...and the car dies right before I get on the expressway.
SOOO I have to push it to the side of the road. Try to re-start it. Battery died, and engine's gone to shit with water. So I call my parents...neither are home. So then I call my younger brother...
Now mind you, he HANDED ME the keys himself knowing full well where I was headed, and apparently already knowing the status of the vehicle. BUT on the phone he proceeds to bitch me out about "well the fucking battery is dead, you shouldn't have taken it!"
So, with no other resort, we get ahold of Danny, and he has to convince my grandfather to lend us his truck so he can tow me back home. And me, having done my best to look good tonight, I get down on hand, knees and back to strap up the vehicles to one another. Then drenched, covered in mud and oil, and trying to steer a car with no power steering, have to regretfully inform said birthday girl that (much to my dismay) I will not be attending the suare.
I then have to come home and put on a good face when my dad brings up, "Well, yeah, we might not even GET you a new car like we promised...so you'd better hope we can fix this one!"
And why!? WELL because of money problems! My old friend!
My problems, specifically, regarding my living conditions in Denton. Originally my best friend and I had planned for half a year or so now to move him in during the summer, have him live in Denton with me, and go to school. At the same time, we were supposed to help each other out of our ruts!
So I re-sign the lease, and my landlord approves that my best friend can come in later and sign his half of the lease. It's signed until may of next year. We both return to the valley, only for his older brother to tell me "Oh yeah, he's not moving in with you...he's gonna move to Kingsville with me and we're gonna get a place together. What? He didn't tell you?"
No. No he hadn't. So I confer with him, and this is indeed true, BUT it's not his fault. His family needs him for reasons I am not at liberty to divulge. Family comes first, and so I look past reason, and just accept that it is my burden to bear.
And now, being that it is my fault for getting into financial affairs with a close friend, my parents are PISSED at me. I have a solo lease on a 2 br about 10 hours from home, no car, and no means by which to locate a roommate; not to mention, breaking a lease in the DFW area is pretty much financial suicide.
Now the cards in play are:
David you're not going to UNT anymore.
David you're moving back home.
David you're not getting a car.
David your family is not lending you any more money.
David you're still very very single.
David you don't have many friends.
David...you're also kinda hungry.
...that last one is probably the most true of them all right now. Most of my energy is gone from pushing the truck around by myself. At any rate, I plan to try to swap out as many of those cards as possible for happier ones. Cards where the ending doesn't look so dismal.
I have to survive AT LEAST one more week here. After that, I can probably go back to Denton...if not for good, then to move most of my stuff. maybe, if god feels like sparring me some grief, something will magically fix things. Maybe my best friend's family problems will halt, and he can go live with me and all will be perfect again. Maybe my parents will grant me some leverage on the basis that I'm not a COMPLETELY horrible son, and I'll be able to stay in Denton for another year. Maybe moving back home will...no...no there's no good way to spin that. Fuck it.
it's only 1 AM, but after the night I just had I think I deserve some sleep. I'm gonna pop some benedryl or something, and crash hard. Then perhaps I'll muster the will power to wake up, drag my ass off the couch, and go for a run. After that, I might just call some person of the opposite sex (at random of course, because it's all on a lottery) and invite them to some recreational activity...and still not have it be a date (/sigh).
Baby Steps...let's start with sleep.
life is but a dream,
David Lucio
I suppose I have my good spurts. But, i just have fickle luck, and tonight was no exception:
I was on my way to a birthday party in McAllen, for a very attractive female friend of mine. I was planning on having some drinks, having a good time, and being around people that make me smile...and the car dies right before I get on the expressway.
SOOO I have to push it to the side of the road. Try to re-start it. Battery died, and engine's gone to shit with water. So I call my parents...neither are home. So then I call my younger brother...
Now mind you, he HANDED ME the keys himself knowing full well where I was headed, and apparently already knowing the status of the vehicle. BUT on the phone he proceeds to bitch me out about "well the fucking battery is dead, you shouldn't have taken it!"
So, with no other resort, we get ahold of Danny, and he has to convince my grandfather to lend us his truck so he can tow me back home. And me, having done my best to look good tonight, I get down on hand, knees and back to strap up the vehicles to one another. Then drenched, covered in mud and oil, and trying to steer a car with no power steering, have to regretfully inform said birthday girl that (much to my dismay) I will not be attending the suare.
I then have to come home and put on a good face when my dad brings up, "Well, yeah, we might not even GET you a new car like we promised...so you'd better hope we can fix this one!"
And why!? WELL because of money problems! My old friend!
My problems, specifically, regarding my living conditions in Denton. Originally my best friend and I had planned for half a year or so now to move him in during the summer, have him live in Denton with me, and go to school. At the same time, we were supposed to help each other out of our ruts!
So I re-sign the lease, and my landlord approves that my best friend can come in later and sign his half of the lease. It's signed until may of next year. We both return to the valley, only for his older brother to tell me "Oh yeah, he's not moving in with you...he's gonna move to Kingsville with me and we're gonna get a place together. What? He didn't tell you?"
No. No he hadn't. So I confer with him, and this is indeed true, BUT it's not his fault. His family needs him for reasons I am not at liberty to divulge. Family comes first, and so I look past reason, and just accept that it is my burden to bear.
And now, being that it is my fault for getting into financial affairs with a close friend, my parents are PISSED at me. I have a solo lease on a 2 br about 10 hours from home, no car, and no means by which to locate a roommate; not to mention, breaking a lease in the DFW area is pretty much financial suicide.
Now the cards in play are:
David you're not going to UNT anymore.
David you're moving back home.
David you're not getting a car.
David your family is not lending you any more money.
David you're still very very single.
David you don't have many friends.
David...you're also kinda hungry.
...that last one is probably the most true of them all right now. Most of my energy is gone from pushing the truck around by myself. At any rate, I plan to try to swap out as many of those cards as possible for happier ones. Cards where the ending doesn't look so dismal.
I have to survive AT LEAST one more week here. After that, I can probably go back to Denton...if not for good, then to move most of my stuff. maybe, if god feels like sparring me some grief, something will magically fix things. Maybe my best friend's family problems will halt, and he can go live with me and all will be perfect again. Maybe my parents will grant me some leverage on the basis that I'm not a COMPLETELY horrible son, and I'll be able to stay in Denton for another year. Maybe moving back home will...no...no there's no good way to spin that. Fuck it.
it's only 1 AM, but after the night I just had I think I deserve some sleep. I'm gonna pop some benedryl or something, and crash hard. Then perhaps I'll muster the will power to wake up, drag my ass off the couch, and go for a run. After that, I might just call some person of the opposite sex (at random of course, because it's all on a lottery) and invite them to some recreational activity...and still not have it be a date (/sigh).
Baby Steps...let's start with sleep.
life is but a dream,
David Lucio