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So this Christmas Eve was rather frustrating. I'll start off with waking up and just heading straight to my aunt and uncle's, which was cool. I love Dan and Joyce, especially lately since they treat me really nice (it's been 3 years since I've been out, so they're really excited). Dan still tries to show off too much, but I think he understands that I don't really give a fuck about how much cool stuff he has now-finallyafter like 10 years- so it's calmed down quite a bit. So we get there, have a nice modest lunch, prepared by my mom and my aunt, of toasted cheese and bacon sandwhiches. Dan takes me downstairs to see the living room, onto which he has added a 47 inch not quite hidef, but pretty hi def (1000 pixels height, maybe that does meet HD requirements, I don't know) and we start to watch Swordfish, which I've been meaning to see, then my mom interrupts and orders me to go get her egg's and gas up the car. Slightly annoyed since I just started the movie, I go, and take Beth to help show me around. Whatever, cool, I shake it off, and we get within 60 yards of the driveway on my way home, and another car is coming from the other direction, on an 8 foot wide dirt road, covered in ice, with a ditch on my side, and a drop off the side of the mountain on the other, so I drive slightly (and by slightly I mean I moved a foot over, a little bit into the snow) to the right and let the other car make due. Well, my rear tire falls into the ditch, which apparently starts RIGHT at the edge of the road. I knew it was there, okay. So my back right tire is hooked, and the other car is past, so I swing my wheel to the left to try and pull out of the ditch (I'm still doing like 15) and the car isn't having any of it, not with the ice. The front of the car just slides to the right and catches the front tire in it too. So I call Dan and have him pull me out with his truck, everyone's laughing and having a good time because it's Christmas and NOTHING is wrong with the car. Like, I picked a great spot to do that, because it was like landing on a pillow. Anyway, we get back, and he decides to show me the work he's doing on his mustang (sweet car), and it was pretty cool. About 10 minutes after we got back to the house, I head in laughing about how lucky I was, and my mom flips a shit.
My mom starts bitching at me about how I've now dented her car twice, and fucked it up, and crashed it, and get's way pissed off at me, and is juston my case like flies on shit for the rest of the time she's there. Note again, there isn't even a scratch on the car. The alignment isn't even touched. NOTHING WRONG. So I tell her to stop giving me shit, especially since it would have happened to her, and I didn't even want to go out. She hears none of it, so I just fucking ignore her and sit down. She goes home to change like an hour later, and takes for-fucking-ever. Meanwhile, Dan started me off with a drink to loosen up. A double shot Grey Goose madress... delicious. Anyway, I proceeded to go down to the bar downstairs where I also had two double shots of captain, and then mixed a triple shot captain and coke (all in an hour). I had a decent buzz, but nothing near where I should have been. Whatever. We drive to pick my mom up because she's taking too fucking long (after we called her and had her snap at us), and I get out of the car and ask if the house is unlocked.
"No, why?" she asks.
"I need to pee."
"Jesus, Jason, why didn't you do that before you left Joyce's?"
"I did."
"What do you have a bladder the size of a dime?"
"Mom, it will take three minutes."
"You're like a two year old!"
"Fuck off."
Joyce stepped in there and told my mom to fucking back down because she's being ridiculous. Anyway, I went and peed. Endured a small party with Dan's brother Don. That was cool. I had four beers there to keep my buzz going. Should have gotten more drunk, but came down somehow. Off to my uncle scotts! 2 beers, a double shot of captain, and 2 more beers! CAME DOWN. WHAT THE FUCK. Talk about frustrating, trying to get sauced to be able to handle the relatives, and nothing happened. Oh well, wasn't too bad anyway. Played Madden 2006 with my cousin Stefan. He's a cool kid, for a 14 year old.
The good news is on the car ride to my house to pick up my mom, Joyce and I talked, and I don't think I'll be getting her car, but she did say that we could work out a loan to get me a decent car for this summer! Fucking FINALLY I'll have a car. And not a piece of shit either. I'll spend probably 2-3k on it. The only bad part about that is I'm going to have to work another job on top of my 40 hours a week at the college to pay for insurance/gas and rent. Well, as far as I know. Joyce might give a generous donation towards it too. I'm not expecting her to, but I wouldn't put it past her. I'm her favorite nephew, and have been forever. She's like a second mom to me, only better because she's not a cunt to me for stupid shit, and she doesn't see me as often, so she likes to be generous. Either way I'm going to try and work two jobs. At least weekends at another place that I like. I'm going to try and work at the apple store, as I've mentioned before. That would be really nice. :) We'll see though. At least I'll have a car so I don't have to depend on anyone just to be able to get to work. There's only one place I absolutely refuse to work ever again. Price Chopper. fuck that. :)
Anyway, Merry Christmas all. See everyone soon. I'd better fucking be home by Tuesday night or I'll be pissed.
(Oh, and my mom apologized to me, and I to her for being too free with my tongue, but not for the message I intended. I told her straight up that I won't take shit from her when I don't deserve it, even if she is my mom, and she's got to admire that attitude. At least I'll get respect when I deserve it with that attitude, because I show proper respect unless someone gives me reason not to. :) Woot. Still psyched about the idea of a car).
My mom starts bitching at me about how I've now dented her car twice, and fucked it up, and crashed it, and get's way pissed off at me, and is juston my case like flies on shit for the rest of the time she's there. Note again, there isn't even a scratch on the car. The alignment isn't even touched. NOTHING WRONG. So I tell her to stop giving me shit, especially since it would have happened to her, and I didn't even want to go out. She hears none of it, so I just fucking ignore her and sit down. She goes home to change like an hour later, and takes for-fucking-ever. Meanwhile, Dan started me off with a drink to loosen up. A double shot Grey Goose madress... delicious. Anyway, I proceeded to go down to the bar downstairs where I also had two double shots of captain, and then mixed a triple shot captain and coke (all in an hour). I had a decent buzz, but nothing near where I should have been. Whatever. We drive to pick my mom up because she's taking too fucking long (after we called her and had her snap at us), and I get out of the car and ask if the house is unlocked.
"No, why?" she asks.
"I need to pee."
"Jesus, Jason, why didn't you do that before you left Joyce's?"
"I did."
"What do you have a bladder the size of a dime?"
"Mom, it will take three minutes."
"You're like a two year old!"
"Fuck off."
Joyce stepped in there and told my mom to fucking back down because she's being ridiculous. Anyway, I went and peed. Endured a small party with Dan's brother Don. That was cool. I had four beers there to keep my buzz going. Should have gotten more drunk, but came down somehow. Off to my uncle scotts! 2 beers, a double shot of captain, and 2 more beers! CAME DOWN. WHAT THE FUCK. Talk about frustrating, trying to get sauced to be able to handle the relatives, and nothing happened. Oh well, wasn't too bad anyway. Played Madden 2006 with my cousin Stefan. He's a cool kid, for a 14 year old.
The good news is on the car ride to my house to pick up my mom, Joyce and I talked, and I don't think I'll be getting her car, but she did say that we could work out a loan to get me a decent car for this summer! Fucking FINALLY I'll have a car. And not a piece of shit either. I'll spend probably 2-3k on it. The only bad part about that is I'm going to have to work another job on top of my 40 hours a week at the college to pay for insurance/gas and rent. Well, as far as I know. Joyce might give a generous donation towards it too. I'm not expecting her to, but I wouldn't put it past her. I'm her favorite nephew, and have been forever. She's like a second mom to me, only better because she's not a cunt to me for stupid shit, and she doesn't see me as often, so she likes to be generous. Either way I'm going to try and work two jobs. At least weekends at another place that I like. I'm going to try and work at the apple store, as I've mentioned before. That would be really nice. :) We'll see though. At least I'll have a car so I don't have to depend on anyone just to be able to get to work. There's only one place I absolutely refuse to work ever again. Price Chopper. fuck that. :)
Anyway, Merry Christmas all. See everyone soon. I'd better fucking be home by Tuesday night or I'll be pissed.
(Oh, and my mom apologized to me, and I to her for being too free with my tongue, but not for the message I intended. I told her straight up that I won't take shit from her when I don't deserve it, even if she is my mom, and she's got to admire that attitude. At least I'll get respect when I deserve it with that attitude, because I show proper respect unless someone gives me reason not to. :) Woot. Still psyched about the idea of a car).