¶ 19:36 //

Yep, I hate to admit it, but the Trepster is going.

My grandmother and I have decided that it would be best to sell the Intrepid, and buy me another car. OMFG...I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY. I mean, I hate the fact that I am getting rid of my grandfather's car, but it was having some problems. And he would've wanted my grandmother to get rid of it a long time ago.

Tomorrow, I've an 11:30 appointment at Bertera and I am going to test a whole bunch of vehicles.

I kinda like the Chrysler 300M, as well as the Honda Element. We shall see what happens.

¶ 22:20

Well, I went out with Dan last night, and we didn't do much of anything. We did a lot of catching up, and we drove around. We eventually wound up in Longmeadow, and after navigating suburbia, we found this massive mansion.

It was gorgeous....Massive, Fountain, Gates...the whole she-bang. I was so...inspired. It was so beautiful. I want that out of life, and right there I vowed to make that the bare minimum of my achievements in life.

Then I got a call from Philip, and he broke his boycott of not asking me to hang out. So I dropped Dan off, and I went to pick up Phil. (Dan had to go home, I don't want to make it sound like I kicked him out :-/ )

I picked up Phil, and we went to Friendly's. We chatted, and I formally wished him a happy birthday. I hadn't the day before, on his actual birthday, becuase I was angry with him :-( .

At Friendly's, Phil asked the Sundae Girl for extra cherries, and when he got his sundae...there were, like, 531 cherries on it. Also there were police everywhere. Now, this wasn't good, as per, we weren't supposed to be there for a variety of reasons. I don't know what they were doing, but it involved stopping these mino kids, and a search o_O

Scandelous...

TTFN

¶ 11:49

Big Y just doesn't fit in the overall scheme of things....

¶ 10:18

I worked today, and it was packed. But being a Sunday, I get time and a half :-). Its a trade off...

Anyways, I still have some rants. I HATE how people get this inhumane urge to load every single item in the shopping cart onto the belt. They stack everything about fifty items high. The belt moves, and more space will be created, ya jews.

I hate when people don't give me their coupons or fucking coins until after the transaction has been completed.

I hate when people get mad at me because they forgot to play their game, and can only do so again by purchasing another item.

I hate WIC programs.

I hate how these Hootchie Mommas plastered with gold, huge fake nails, hair all done, chatting away on their brand new cell phone pay with food stamps.

I hate how people come back, after buying $300 worth of groceries, and say that I overcharged them $1.

I hate how those people think I can fix it at the register.

I hate Coupons. I hate coins.

I hate how the printer doesn't work right if the customer wins a coin.

I hate how when the harvest money, they don't leave any $20 bills.

I hate how customers steal pens.

I hate how baggers go right past the cashier with the most orders to go help the hot cashiers.

That's all the rants I can think of for now...

TTFN

¶ 20:26

It seems that everyone is having some birthday related events today. I guess its Mr. Jensen's Party, My sister had one of her parties today, Its Phil's sisters birthday, Sam's Sister Jordan's Birthday, and Dan's brothers would be birthday.

My grandmother came up from Cape Odd and took my sister to the mall and bought her a ring. Now she is going to the casino. Foxwoods, the wonder of it all.

Anyways, she brought us to the Olive Garden and we had a great time, she is so funny. I did learn that she, for some ungoddly reason purchased two timeshares for the same week in Florida. You know what that means??? That means I can bring two friends, and drive down. :-) Its two beautiful townhouse appartments overlooking the Gulf. Truly amazing. Focus, Kris, Focus.

Yep, so...Earlier today, Dan texted me saying "I Passed" and I texted back "Excellent". I am really happy for him, he was so hoping for it. Then I get out of bed, and I hear that he had paid a surprise visit to Sam. I guess it was "Uncomfortable."

So, now he stops by my house a couple hours later. I had no idea he was coming, and wish he had called. Dan, if you are reading this, I don't want to discourage you from coming over, I just wish I could have ... well, showered. Lol.

I'm not sure whats happening next, but there is plenty of time, and the night is young. I think I am going to try to get to Jordan's Party, and buy her some M&Ms. I will see what I can do.

¶ 17:18

I had a weird thought today. My family is going to grow so much very soon.

My mom and dad divorced. Both are now engaged to be married again. That means Step Grandparents, step aunts and uncle, cousin, etc.

Gary's entire family is over seas. How is this going to happen? I haven't met any of them.

Pam's family is a mystery to me. I don't know any of them. I don't even know if they exist. Freaky.

¶ 13:20

So...yea...

Nothing major has happened that I remember. Everything is well, we are all talking.

OH FUCKING YEA. scratch that ^

I got caught having people in the car. My sister was leaving Dunkin Donuts when she saw Me, Sam and Phil driving to West Springfield.

She told me I would NEVER drive her car EVER AGAIN, but a mere three hours later, she needed me to do a Good and Plenties run.

Umm...Well, I got paid yesterday, but I failed to pick it up for some strange reason. The check is going to suck becuase I had 4 days off that week. Oh well, I have to save up for an insurance down payment. So no frills.

¶ 12:21 //

Here we go again, again:

I left my Sam to English dictionary at home, and I apparently overlooked that when you block someone, it means to them to call. Hmm...I always thought it was "I can't stand to talk to you, you fucking whore."

But, Times are achaging, and I guess I am behind the times.

So I have been blocked and unblocked, and I am supposed to acknowledge this as a twisted signal, and to call. Well, I didn't becuase I assumed the "Don't talk to me whore" status was still on my head, and I was not about to make a suicidal phone call. Now, they are more mad me for being so stupid. I am so sorry that I couldn't read your signs.

So, I was then yelled at to call her, and being as angry as I was, I was not about to make that phone call. I will make it at my earliest possible convience.

At last I knew, you had my number too. If you wanted me to call you that badly, call me.

I apologized to phil, becuase he unblocked me. If Sam had unblocked, I would've apologized to her as well.

¶ 16:40

I finally get a new cell phone today, and I cannot wait.

I want to take this time and say that...Nokia 8265, you served me well. I have found something better in my life.

I want to take this time also to usher in my new phone. LG 4050, Take a bow.

Those bastards at Cingular set it up so that we aren't elligible for an upgrade until sometime in March at the earliest, So I have to pay full price for the phone.

Dad has to pay full price for the phone*

¶ 16:54

Here we go again. Sam and Phil are mad at me becuase I went to NoHo with the Jensens. We didn't do much of anything...Just walked around.

So, Like I said before, Sam and Phil are mad at me. And probably rightfully so. I had made mention to Sam of possibly picking her up from Volleyball thing. And Phil was planning for a trip. I, as I usually do, stopped at the Jensens, and one thing led to another.

Anyways, its not the first time. Maybe its part of the curse. This must be how it effects me. But, C'est la Vie.

I've blocked this entry from all IPs except mine, or I can go to a certain page and enter a password. I don't know why I am writing that since I already know it, and no one else will read this.

P.S. I have unblocked this entry.

¶ 23:36

i...

hate...

kodi...

Today, I decided to get a car and go down and see my father. Why? well, I hadn't seen him in quite some time, I haven't seen his new house, and I haven't seen the new church. Not that I was overly enthusiastic to do anything of these things, especially the latter, I decided that today would be as good a day as any.

I called my grandmother to get a car. She comes over with the Intrepid, and tells me that she wants me to take Kodi with me. I start an argument with her over that. I finally agreed when she conceeded he sit in the back and not say anything.

So, I said, "Fine, but I want to take the Ion becuase it has a CD player." So, I shower and she changes cars. I drop her off and stop back home to make CDs. I tell Krodi that I am ready to go, and he climbs into the front seat. First mistake. I think nothing of it and go. The CD doesn't work becuase I forgot to finish it. BAH, oh well.

We reluctantly leave. I have told my family on many occasions that I would never want to be stuck in an enclosed space with someone i dispise so much. But, I wanted to go, and it was Grandma's stipulation. My grandmother also insists that I take route 75. I wanted to take 91. I took route 75. I call my father, and he tells me to get on 91 as soon as possible.

I finally get set on 91, and Kodi starts becoming really annoying. He is talking, singing along to the radio...off beat and key, he starts rummaging through the glove box, and flipping the visor. Just irritating shit that distracts me as I am trying to drive.

We get there after seventeen phone calls to my father asking for better directions than the ones he'd given before.

We don't do anything special. My brother and I fight tooth and nail. He is just such a jerk, he is annoying, and just a fucking bastard. I wish death upon him. (Izzy, Do me this much.) I tell my father that I am leaving him here, and if he had said yes, I would've in a heart beat.

Then we go to leave. I tell him that he has to sit in the back seat so he doesn't distract me. He gets in the front. My father, sensing a conflict, leaves for his VooDoo courses. So its Kodi and I in the driveway of the house. I get out of car and walk to the patio. I sit in the chair. Kodi gets out of the car, and I lock the doors using the remote, then I unlock just the driver door. I get in, start the car and back out of the driveway. I go about a block away and pull over. I call sam and ask what I should do. She said that I should turn around and get him. So..I turn around and as I pull infront of the house, my grandmother beeps through. She is screaming, and telling me to turn around and get him. I told her that I was right in front of the house, and he was just an idiot.

As I hang up the phone with her, I see that he had taken a chair off the porch climbed up to and opened a window, knocked out a screen, and climbed inside. He comes outside and gets in the back. Now, at this point if I could have gotten my way, he would be riding in the trunk. But it didn't work that way. I start to drive towards the highway, and he throws his shoes up into the passenger seat. Wondering WTF he is doing, I slow down and turn around and see his entire girth coming at me at full speed. I push him back down and yell at him for even trying that. I screamed that it was a good thing that I had stopped becuase I could've hit something. Then I call my father and ask him for directions to the Org becuase I am dropping him off. I cannot deal with his bullshit.

He is the victim of some very bad parenting, and that no person on the fucking face of god's green earth should have to deal with that jerk. I told my father that he created this monster, and HE was going to have to deal with it. This was, in no way, my responsibility. I told him that Kodi was his problem and I was cleaning my hands of him. I can't safely drive home with him.

I hear a siren over the phone, and then the next thing I know I see an ambulance coming toward me from the opposite direction. Knowing that he walked, I headed toward where the ambulance came from. I recognized immediately where I was, and I turn around and parked. Then I walked into the "church".

I see my father sitting down and eating his dinner. I walk over to him and he says "look, I have to be in there in five minutes." I told him that he had better take care of this quickly then. We walk back out to the car. Kodi is gone. We have no idea to where or anything. We get back in the car and drive back to my fathers house. No Dice. We go back to the church and see him walking.

I was ready to leave, and Kodi was insistant upon the front. After seven way calling like everyone. It was my father on his phone who had called me. I confrenced called my mother who confrence called my grandmother. My dad confrence called Pam (step mom to be). Everyone was debating on what to do. I again repeated that I am not Kodi's parent. He is misbehaving, and it's not my problem.

Anyways, we leave (with Krodi in the back) and he starts acting up. I called everyone as soon as he did something in violation of our agreement. Which was about every five minutes.

I get home, and drop him off at the house. Then I go to return the car at the Jensens. I stop and tell my tale and run in the house and grab some Ibuprofen, but I had to go home before I could get any. I didn't answer my cellphone which was in the car about twenty feet away, and my grandmother called and asked them to send me home.

I go to her house to pick her up and bring her here so she can take the car back. (She has control issues with the vehicles and has divised this bizarre ritual to transfer drivership.) She seemed fine, and on the way home. I said, "I am never doing this again."

To this she replied, "You're right."

Can somebody tell me what she means???

Punishments:
I have no idea what Grandma is planning but I know that Mom will not let me use her car anymore. For what? I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE.

I have decided that I am moving out of this house. I hate my family and I really hate my brother. I don't know where I am going yet, but I think it will probably be at my Uncle's new house.

Its too unhealthy here. I hate it.

¶ 21:00

Guys...Let me jot down the steps it takes for me to get the car. I hope you will have some sort of understanding for next time.

1. Get out of work. (This step may not always exist.)
2. Get call from friend asking me to secure a vehicle.
3. Decide that going out may not be such a bad idea, and agree to attempt to secure vehicle.
4. Make excuse why I can keep current vehicle longer. (This step may not always exist.)
5. Get home and allow potential occupants to work out the details of a plan.
6. Mentally fabricate a legal story that would explain my needs for said vehicle.
7. Tell vehicle owner the story that explains the car's usage. Usage may include: Gas Consumption, Seat rearranging, trash in vehicle, added miles, etc.
8. Wait for Gary becuase Mom seems incapable of making an informed decision by herself. **
9. Wait for Gary to do nothing, and Mom makes/says/does everything anyways. **
10. Do all necessary chores, and promise to do additional chores the next day or upon my return.
11. Wait for vehicle owner to deliver vehicle. ***
12. Bring deliverer home. ***
13. Wait even longer while Mom lectures me that I only talk to her when I need the vehicle. ****
14. Listen to family member's describe to me, my familial social patterns. ****
15. Listen to family member's describe how I do "nothing" around the house. ****
16. Search for the keys because Mom never keeps track.
17. Come back online/to the phone and listen to complaints the lenght of the process thus far.
18. (Optional) Defend myself from angry friends who failed to realize that there was a risk of my not getting the car. (Potential cycle end.)
19. Drive, depending on the plan, to pick up friends, who, by Murphy's Law, will always live on opposite corners of the earth. *
20. Risky activity period. This period may also be, and usually is, the most enjoyable. *
21. Re-run previously stated risks to bring guests back home. *
22. Top of gas if necessary, if financially able, as to hide gas consumption.
23. Return vehicle.
24. Be returned home, and feel guilty of vehicle owner having to drive at late hours. ***

* This is where I worry about the car getting stolen, or getting into an accident or getting pulled over, losing my license, and subsequent legal and parent issues. Granted something has not happened, It does not mean that it will not happen. These risks carry greater punishments/come into existence when the first guest enters the vehicle.

** If Ysler

*** If Treppy

**** Steps that can be re-ordered.

The entire process (up to step 19), not inclusive of excluded steps or steps that are not mentioned, takes, on average, 45 minutes. This process may take upwards of 1 hour.

There are basic legal principles that one must understand to fully comprehend all the steps. One must be intimately familiar with restrictions on my Junior Operator's License (JOL) as well as the limits imposed on a regular Driver's License.


These are just the steps I have to run through EVERY time, occasionally, I have steps that happen once, or twice. These steps do not make it onto the general list.


It is important for you guys to note that:
- If there is no plan, I cannot make up a story that would explian the mileage, gas consumption, and everything else I have to deal with, but you don't experience.
- There is ALWAYS the risk of my not getting a vehicle.
- It is a recreational outing for you, while a large percentage is a task for me.
- If this is not good enough for you. Seek alternative measures for transportation.

¶ 20:15

Well...Today was boring. I woke up and bathed. Then I went over to the Jensen's house. It was fun, as it always is. Ashley was up/down (whichever you prefer) from New Hampshire, and we swapped bus stories. Then we went to Pajers to get lunch. Thank you Ashley (she paid).

Then, After lunch with Ashley, Erik, Andy, Jay, Mr. Jensen, Mr. Davidson, and Mrs. Davidson, I had to go to work. :-(

Work was boring and sucked very very badly. I chatted with Dan through text messages on my break. I was soooo bored.

Then I left. HALLELUJAH...BOW DOWN AND PRAISE THE LORD. I was free. On my way home, I made my usual pit stop at the Jensen's, again. As I turned into the driveway the phantom noises repossessed Treppy. The engine makes a ticking noise, much like when you stick a playing card in the spokes of a bicycle, and the right front tire squeakes when you turn the wheel.

Bah. I fear I may have to trade it in. In a way I want to, but my attemptes to eradicate my soft side have failed, and something still tells me to hang on to it becuase it was my grandfather's car. And for those of you who don't know...he died. That's why I have it.

Anyways. If I have to trade it in. I want a 1998-2002 Chrysler 300M. But Samantha has kinda convinced me to take a step down and get a Chrysler Concorde LXI. Both are possible.

Who Knows...

More to follow...TTFN

¶ 23:05

Well...Once again, we have revised the entire floor plan of the house. Renovations officially begin in about three weeks.

What is currently the kitchen is going to be demolished, and rebuilt into a recreation room. Plans include a pool table, card table, huge chairs, and monster TV.

What is currently the living room will seamlessly transition into the new Dining room. The new Pellet stove will be installed.

What is currently the Nothing Room will become the new kitchen. This room will have a colour scheme of red and white, chosen, of course, by my colour blind mother.

What is currently Ashley's Bedroom will become the downstairs bathroom. Who else will have two 120 sq. ft. bathrooms. The upstairs bathroom, as well as the bed rooms will be redone next year.

Changes for my room. Well, I will get getting a new door, a new floor, and new walls. Good bye ugly pine paneling :-)

Mind you I had no idea any of this was happening until the credit card bills came in the mail, and my mom was complaining of a huge Visa bill. This, of course, prompted my questioning what a new stove, washer and dryer were for...

I had an idea that we were re-doing the kitchen, but I didn't know it was going to be translated 25 feet along the floor plan. But, they never tell me anything.

Now, I am faced with the dilemma of moving in with Uncle Dean, or staying here.

TTFN

¶ 15:16

Jew School is over!!

I hated it and its finally over. I will NEVER do that again. I guess next year I can't campaign to get some teachers fired. :-/

IN other news. Yesterday, right before work, we went to the cingular store to get new phones. Well...They were out of my LG 4050, and then said that we weren't eligible for an upgrade until march. I said that I was eligible since April, but I was waiting for my mom. And the guy said that for some reason our contract got restarted...

WELL....WRONG ANSWER, BUDDY. SHE RUINED HIS LIFE LIKE SHE DOES TO TELEMARKETERS.

Then we left all angry, and we decided that we were going to look into other cell phone carriers. Mom suggested verizon, but, to me its the same as Cingular. And sam was having some problems with her bill. :-/

I was thinking Nextel, becuase the walkie talkie thing is fucking amazing. Gary has it, everyone of my family in Eastern Mass has it, and we should too.

Phil suggested T-Mobil...but Well...

Anyways...TTFN

¶ 13:22

Nothing has really happened worthy of mentioning.

Sam, Phil, and I saw the village. It was crap.
I dreamt I started a riot in my imaginary bank in Boston. It was cool.

TTFN

¶ 12:03