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9.26.2004

Flower Children

First off, I want to say that I have said this before, and this is the line I always use: I am not anti-drinking, I just do it responsibly. Well, last night was one of those nights.

crappy interskate 91 outing. it sucked. not even worthy of capitalization. you're welcome, phil...

Ashley, Code Name, The Hummingbird, bought us some Rubinov, Code Named, Flowers. We went back to the Sam Pietros (sp? sorry if its wrong) estate and drank flowers in her barn. Anyways, I am going to address certain issues, and you are going to really understand only if you are involved. There are certain things that just can't be advertised to the world. No particular order.

Andrew: We all make mistakes, and I don't know how you are going to get out of this one. And even though you said maybe three words to me the entire night, I feel as though I should help you. I am not doing this for you, I am doing this to help my friends. If you will, Damage Control. I don't think that anybody hates you but we are all going to be super critical of you for the next few months. Either way you play it, you are going to hurt someone. You have to consider your options carefully, my friend. And it is hard for me to be fair and balanced becuase one of the one's who is getting hurt is one of my best friends, but I need to say this. Your ramifications suck either way, be selfish about this one, take the one you really want and face fate. This way only the odd one out will be devastated, and you won't be.

Phil: I don't blame you, and whatever your motivations or intoxications were, you have to understand that Dan doesn't particularly care for you to begin with. Now he hates you. I understand that you like Andrew, and were not doing this just to spite Dan.

Dan: I had to tell you, I would hope you would do the same for me. He met the Initial criteria, but failed certain portions. On a 1-100 scale, I would award a 37. There are pictures that we took god knows why....Sam has them, ask her for them if you want to see them. No wonder you like girls too, you need them to fall back on....You have the worst luck at this, my friend. You've been burned more times than any of us.

SamGambo: Today is the first day of Operation: OKAY, My Fucking Turn. When they were all over each other on the floor, however wrong for whatever reasons, they were both really happy. I want to be that happy. So, You + Me = shopping, okay? Okay.

Sam P: I have a strong, sudden urge to refer to you as Mamma P. No Idea why. Anyways, we had fun!! WTF has a barn?? That's smashing. And a fucking orchard?? WE'll have to make spiked cider... Next time, we are doing kareoke. I don't care how bad we are. And we will have to bring our own chasers instead of having to run back in for them. We had a great evening for some girl I just met...LOL. The first words you said to me last night were about my shoes...but we came out of this really strong. Okay, that sounds really Barney-esque, but you know what I mean. We will have to hang out sober so we know what the other is like.

I expect that a lot of the people mentioned won't read this, but I have to say it to get it off my chest.

Comments Welcome, unlike past entries.

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I have so much to say, but I won't say anything until I am completely sober....
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9.22.2004

617.297.1441?

On a scale of 1-10, 1 being not going, and ten being going. I am at an eight. I have all the time in the world to work on it, but I have been considering my options for quite some time now.

I think I would be better off in a more urban setting anyway. But other than that, I am looking at rebuilding a new friendship base here, why not do it there. I will get to know more people, I will be in a much more calm household, I would have so many more oppurtunities for...well, everything. I would have everything I have now, and so much more.

I have considered it long and hard, and I am going to test the waters when it comes to parental figures. I am going to throw a serious proposal in front of my mother, and see what she says. I plan to take a day off from school to visit the school I would be attending, and if I really like it, I'm off.

I would have to quit my job, but I can get another...no problem. I would have to leave my friends, but I wouldn't be moving accross the planet, I could come back on weekends, or they could even come to visit me.

I would be able to bury everything that I've done and others have done to me, and start over fresh...brand new. That alone is appealing to me.

Anyways, anyone who reads this religiously has heard all this before. As for current events:

I have already taken a day off from school, which kinda threw Dan into some transportation turmoil...sorry 'bout that :-/ I did give him enough notice, so he was able to find a ride with a nice friend. I have to go to school early tomorrow to make up a Corbin Quiz...

In other news, I have been on time to work for a second day in a row...which is amazing, and my managers are shocked. I have changed my availability, but the work schedule hasn't caught up with me yet. Big E traffic doesn't help. I get stopped at every crosswalk while some handicapped, fat, black, lesbian, Jewish lady crosses in front of me. There are only about 100 of them in the world, and they have all flocked to the Big E in an effort to make me late. I defy thee...

I can't think of anything else...
9.20.2004

Triumph

School, then work.

I am going to watch Lady Killers becuase everyone is at some college fair I missed...
9.19.2004

Back in the habit

Whoa, tons has happened, adn I don't even remember most of it. I have to get back in the habit of posting, It will come with time. Work is a beast, as per usual. School is a joke.

I went the Big E on opening night after work. I meet up with everyone (Jackie, Cait, Erik, Andy, Jay, Stephy, and a whole bunch of people who knew me, but I didn't know them.) Anyways, I bought some stuff for Treppy, even though I know that if I do go to Boston, Gram probably won't let me take it.

I kinda floated a hypothetical by my mom to attempt to guage her reaction. She showed no concern. As I expected.

I'm sure some stuff has happened before now but I don't remember it. Today, I hung out at the Jensens, because I had nothing better to do. Andy and I watched Love Actually, and it made me miss Britain. It was a funny movie, and I loved it. Dan stopped by for only a few minutes, but had to go to religious class :-(

I let Ashley take Treppy today, and I got it back with the Check Engine light on... :-( I have no idea whats wrong, but, as usual, I am fearing the worst.

Mom got rid of HBO, so I can't watch Six Feet Under anymore. Good thing I watched the Season Finale yesterday. There is good news, though. She replaced it with Starz. Speaking of which, Sister ACT II just started.

TTFN
9.15.2004

Fini

Unlike them, I will not talk about them in my blog. If you must know anything about them, you can contact me through private IM. However, I will not release any private or damaging information about any of them, even though they hate me.

I do wish to say one thing: Hating is fine, but acting in a hateful manner is going to provoke a response. Phil, deleting my IMchaos was really gay of you, and if something along those lines happens again, I will be forced to retaliate. You put one of my men in the hospital, I put on of yours in the morgue...its just the way I operate. And because I KNOW you will read this, this is your warning.

I also love how I am the topic of both profile and blog entries. I guess I am just that popular. :-)

On the eastern front...I still haven't decided on whether or not I am going to move to Boston. I have two fewer reasons to stay now. I have three main reasons to stay. I still haven't told my parents any of my plans, but I'm sure that if I ask under the right circumstances, I can get the permission.

After realizing all the oppurtunities that have passed me by, I've vowed never to let it happen again. I think this a challenge, and my problem is I don't know which is the better oppurtunity. Perhaps this is some sort of challenge, and a test of sorts. Perhaps I am destined to go to...Who knows?
9.13.2004

It must be me

I wanted a night alone, and I recieve a text from both Sam and Phil saying, "I fucking hate you!" Great friends. I just wanted a night off, and I am hated. Bull shit. Sam can go out and get drunk, and phil can go out with Jessica, but heaven forbid if I am unable to meet their demands.

Anyways, this weekend was arduous. I went to a robotics competition in Manchester, New Hampshire. It was, as it always is, loud, hot, and annoying. We made it to finals, but we were lucky to do so. It was a bad decision to let inexperienced drivers operate the bot. It was a good thing Dan was there. Otherwise I would have ran into traffic.

Sunday I went to Boston. I walked into my aunt and uncle's house, and I was greeted by a huge LCD TV over the fireplace. Nice, huh? They are also redoing one half of the house. They turning it into a huge master suite. Anyways, We went to the mall and bought remote control boats for the pool. Their pool is very inviting, but its fucking cold. Glacier water, really. So we charged the battery, and had dinner. During dinner, I got an unexpected invitation. I don't really remember how it came about in the conversation, and I am seriously considering it. They told me that I could live there. I could have the entire basement to myself. There is a door to the outside, my own kitchen, and my own bathroom. I would get a cell phone I would be out of this house, I wouldn't have to deal with Kodi anymore, I would have a unique oppurtunity to start over in school, new job, I would have Beemer usage, I would be seven minutes away from Boston, I would have much better job/internship oppurtunities, I would have really cool/accepting parentals, I would have an awesome party house, I would have awesome vacations, I would meet a ton of new people, I think it would be cool.

There are some draw backs, though. For instance, I would be 100 miles away from a lot of my friends and family. I would have to leave all the clubs here, and translate over there. I would also have to meet their graduation requirements (how different from Agawam can they be?) Not to sound heartless, but a lot of friends can be replaced, but some of them are going to be tough losing. :-/ Many of my friends will be scattering for college soon, and I would face this sooner or later.

I have been gathering info on the school I would be attending, and its not that bad, it basically the same as the current high school. Someday soon I am going to take a day off from school and take a tour of it.
9.12.2004

The Balloonist

A woman in a hot air balloon realized she was lost. She lowered her altitude, and saw a man in a boat below. She shouted to him, "Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don't know where I am."

The man consulted his portable GPS and replied, "You're in a hot air balloon approximately 30 feet above a ground at an elevation of 2346 feet above sea level. You are 31 degrees, 14.97 minutes north latitude, and 100 degrees, 49.09 minutes west longitude."

She rolled her eyes and said, "You must be a Republican.."

"I am," replied the man. "How did you know?"

"Well," answered the balloonist, "everything you told me is technically correct, but I have no idea what to make of your information, and I'm still lost. Frankly, you've not been much help to me."

The man smiled and responded, "You must be a Democrat."

I am," replied the balloonist. "How did you know?"

"Well," said the man, "you don't know where you are or where you are going. You've risen, to where you are, due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise that you have no idea how to keep, and you expect me to solve your problem. You're in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but somehow, now it's my fault."
9.09.2004

Work Schedule.

Umm...Let's see. What has happened?

Well, today I hung out with Dan and Sam after school. AND I got my SENIOR PARKING PASS.

I am really starting to dislike Treppy. Its got so many problems. I have two options. I can trade it off to mom for Ysler, or I can convince gram to buy me a car. It didn't work out with Element, but I can still try for it...Or another car :-/

Since many of you request it, I want to post my work schedule.

Th. 9/9: <<>>
F. 9/10: 2:30pm - 6:30pm
S. 9/11: <<>>
Su. 9/12: <<>>
M. 9/13: 2:30pm - 8:30pm
T. 9/14: <<>>
W. 9/15: 2:30pm - 6:30pm
Th. 9/16: 2:30pm - 6:30pm
F. 9/17: 2:30pm - 6:30pm
S. 9/18: <<>>

BTW, I've changed my font, like it?
9.06.2004

Good Morning, Angels

I haven't posted in a while and stuff has happened...

But shit always happens. Anyways,

Ashley bought a car, and mom offered to pay a rather large portion of my car insurance...making my Element dream more possible.

Gram, however, is getting iffy on the entire issue. I think that she thinks its too nice of a car for me. And I think she is having second thoughts about selling the Intrepid. Tho, I don't know why...


If I think of anything else I will write it. That's all for now.
9.01.2004

LIA...GIMME THAT GOOD GOOD DEAL

You know you're from Massachusetts when ...

The person driving in front of you is going 70 mph and you are cursing him for going too slow.

When ordering a tonic, you mean a Coke...not quinine water.

You actually enjoy driving around rotaries.

You almost feel disappointed when someone doesn't flip you the bird when you cut them off or
steal their parking space.

You know how to pronounce the names of towns like Worcester,Billerica, Haverhill, Barre and Cotuit.

You know that there are two Bulger brothers, and that they're both crooks.

You know what they sell at a packie.

You know at least one bar where you can get something to drink afterlast call.

Evacuation Day is a recognized holiday.

You think the rest of the country owes you for Thanksgiving and Independence Day.

You have never been to Cheers.

When the words 'WICKED' and 'GOOD' go together.

You knew that there was no chance in hell that the Pats would move to Hartford.

The curse of the Bambino is taught in public schools.

You own a "Yankees Suck" shirt or hat.

You think Doug Flutie is the greatest athlete ever.

You remember exactly where you were when the ball rolled through Buckner's legs.

You pray for the Red Sox to win the World Series not this season,butin your lifetime.

You know how to make a frappe.

You know that "Big Dig" is also a kind of ice cream you can get at Brigham's.

You actually know how to merge from 6 lanes of traffic down to one.

You never go to "Cape Cod", you go "down the Cape".

You think that Roger Clemens, Wade Boggs and Derek Jeter aremore evil than Whitey Bulger.

You're aware that there is a town, somewhere in Massachusetts,named Brimfield where they have
the biggest outdoor antique market in the world.

You can drive to the mountains and the ocean all in one day.

You know that the Mass Pike is some sort of strange weather dividing line.

You know that P-Town isn't the name of a new rap group.

You do not recognize the letter "R" as a part of the English language.

You have driven to either Rhode Island, New Hampshire or Vermont for a tattoo.

You've slammed on your brakes to deter a tailgater.

Paranoia sets in if you can't see a Dunkin Donuts, ATM or CVS within eyeshot at all times.

You keep an ice scraper and can of de-icer on the floor of your car...year round.

You order iced coffee in January.

You know what candlepin bowling is.

You drive 45 minutes to New Hampshire to save $5 in sales tax.

You've pulled out of a side street and used your car to block oncoming traffic so you can make a left.

You know what a "regular" coffee is.

You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Massachusetts.

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I thought that was funny. I got it from my aunt, and I forgot about it until I read it in someone's Blog.

Anyways, on the vehcular front, Gram is checking on Insurance, and asked me when she wanted me to go to Lia Honda....LIA, GIMME THAT LOW LOW PRICE

I went to Honda.com, and I built and priced my element. Its sweet...i can't wait.

I'm going to Lia today, to see if they can swing this deal...

ME = SO FUCKING PSYCHED.


Element-ary

Well, the Passat was a lemon. :-(

Grandmother got a call from the dealer, Saturn of Hadley, this morning. She called me and told me that she had bad news. Apparently, they put the Passat up on the lift, and it won't even pass inspection. Having driven the car, and it seemed fine, I think that they found another buyer who is willing to pay more.

Well Gram comes and picks me up and I begin my third trip to Hadley to look at cars. He shows me two cars that would have the same monthly payment, A Saab 93 and a Saturn L200. They were both ugly.

I ix-nayed both of them, and we drove to Riverdale Road where we laid the ground work on a Honda Element. Before that, we wandered around going to various dealers in the area and found nothing.

Gram, then, takes me back to Saturn of Hadley, and she buys the L200 he offered me. She traded her Ion for the much more luxurious car. Its got heated leather seats, sun roof, power everything...really nice, but still pretty ugly.

So after hours of paperwork Gram gets to drive her new car home, she drives much better. The Ion was a much lighter car, and every tap on the steering wheel made for a swervy ride home. The L200 is a much better car for her.

So, Car shopping for me landed me a potential* Honda Element (The car I wanted all along) and Gram a Saturn L200. She is a third time Saturn buyer and swears by them. Fortunately for me, Saturn of Hadley is owned by Balise, who happens to own a Honda Dealership. I believe there is a substantial loyal customer discount.

*Now, I say potential, becuase, though I will be paying, and though I can get it...Grandma is going to try like hell to talk me out of it...however, She is signing all the papers becuase it's illegal to make a contract with a minor. I also have to sell the Intrepid. It has a KBB Retail value of $6,925, but we are going to let it go for $5,500. It should fly. It needs to be washed and waxed, and a bunch of little things, but it should be no big deal. I can move it in a week. Then I put the down payment on my Element Lease.

I don't see how so many people think its an ugly car. I think its very cool, very futuristic, and very me.

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