Oh man. Many things have happened.

Some I'm proud of; some I'm not. Lets just ignore the past week, shall we?

Grand.

TTFN

¶ 21:09

Snow day. Thank God.

I woke up and went out to shovel at around 6:30. Then I had to go over to my grandmother's to do the same.

After that, I drove around aimlessly. I LOVE driving in the snow. I turned down all sorts of side streets and I was fish tailing, and spinning, and sliding all over the place. It. Was. Awesome.

I drove down by Dan's and over by Phil's and I spun out in both of their roundabouts. I just cut the wheel, hit the gas, and let Ysler fly. It was great. There is like a foot more snow in FH than there is here.

I'm not sure what I'm doing for the rest of the day but Cait want to go sledding. I should probably do my Physics Lab, but I just don't wanna.

I'll update later.
Caio.

¶ 10:56

Yep, I haven't been posting regularly. Get over it.

Sam is being complicated, and I was just informed that I have a HUGE physics lab due tomorrow. If you couldn't figure it out, I haven't started.

Wait a tick, I don't think I'm going tomorrow. I'm hope Phil is right and there is a snow day, even though there is minimal scientific evidence to prove it. =/

TTFN.

¶ 19:25

For the record, I want to say that Drawn Together is the best show on television. Last night's episode was AWESOME.

In other news, Mom and Gary and that other kid are in South Carolina as of noon and have probably worked their way to NC by now. I swear they decided to drive just so that Ashley and I would be without vehicles. They'll be back on Friday. I'm happy and sad at the same time. Happy that a vehicle will be back, and sad that they will be back.

Treppy is getting fixed after the break. It is official. [and there was much rejoicing!] I miss not having a car so much. I need it back. I'm also gathering everything I need to send back to the attorney. DiamlerChrysler is going down. Ya bastards.

I've started talking to Phil again. I really do miss hanging out with him, but I still think he's a piece of jerk.

I've started an eBay account and I've decided that I am going to sell like there is no tomorrow. Starting with Mom's engagement ring; ending with her house. ROFL. Just Kidding.

The AFEFUA (ANGRY FRIENDS OF ERIK FOR A UNITED AMERICA) was mentioned in Jay's blog. After calling our methods "stupid," he proceeded to say that he doesn't "give a shit." I guess that's good for all of us, and I wish to encourage his selfishness regarding his excrement. I know that none of us here at the AFEFUA want it. You all know my qualms, and I guess failure to substantiate his transgressions could be recognized as a admission of guilt. In my book anyways.

OH, OH, OH... BEFORE I FORGET:
Its spelled H-E-C-T-I-C. Note the lack of a 'K' and the placement of the 'T' in the center of the word. Just a little something something for your notes.

¶ 16:53

Sometimes blogger pisses me off. I hit the 'Publish Post' button, and then I get a page cannot be displayed message.

So, really pissed, I rewrite the entry as per hitting the 'back' button reveals a blank box.

Then I republish, and there are both of them.

AAAAAARGH.

¶ 16:31

I haven't been posting everyday like I'm supposed to. I must scourge myself...

Parents=still gone.
house=completely trashed.
school=sucky, but i'm kicking ass.
treppy=still dead, but getting fixed after christmas break.

I was trying to plan a New Year's party in Boston for me and five of my closest friends, but I've hit a bump in the road. A hole, actually. A crater, actually.

RE: Post with no name
I'm pissed at you, but I do miss you. A lot. I'm trying to forget how much you wronged me, and its hard. I know you've said you're sorry, but those tiny words can't bandage any wounds...

I don't know what to do about you.

¶ 14:42

Whew, this weekend is just about over. Man, oh man have I got a story for you.

It all started where my family went to Florida. They drove down and left my sister and me alone. In the house. What did they expect?

So, I shottied Friday to have some people over and invite some of our beverage friends. There were about a dozen or so of us, and we were heart broken to find after a hundred phone calls and premade arrangments have fallen through, and we were without drink. Or so I thought.

Apparently Jay and Erik brought some in and invited a select few of the party-goers to share in their stash. How nice, huh?

I want it to be known for once and for all, that I really don't like Jay; Friday was the last straw. Since the day I met the kid, he has maybe said 25 words to me. I try to start a conversation, I try to say 'hi,' but he's just not interested. I've attempted to be his friend, but, again, he's clearly not interested. This didn't make my dislike the kid, don't get me wrong.

On Friday night, he walked through my door, into my house, for my party. I didn't invite him, but Erik did. I did give Erik permission, however, because I wanted everyone to have a good time. Not a single 'hi, hello, or how are ya,' but he did inquire as to the location of peanut butter. Long story short, he offered some of his stash a few of the people at the party, and those that weren't invited were offended.

They were offended, but I was pissed. Not only was it rude to not include the host, but lying to my face was something of a whole different nature. Also the throwing of cups under my step father's truck shows utter disregard for someone's personal property, incredible stupidity, and general lack of common sense. Who did you think was going to have to pick them up? WTF is wrong with you? THANKS FOR STOPPING BY, YA PIECE.

I'm not nearly as pissed at Erik, becuase he has earned friend tenure, and I understand that we all fuck up occasionally. I've had good times with Erik that have far outweighed how pissed I was. Jay, on the other hand, doesn't have anything on me. His little antics have plunged him into the red. Deeply. It's a good thing he left, becuase the way I screamed at Erik would have been nothing compared to the fury of hell I would have unleashed...

Anyways, New topic.

Saturday night was different. My sister purchased me a bottle of Hpnotiq. (No 'Y,' Thanks for the correction Dan) Thanks Ashley. I had less people over, and it was a bit more fun. My sister also let us tap into her stash of Smirnoff. Again, thanks Ash. It was Sam, Jack and I in the beginning and then Dan showed up after work. There wasn't enough to get us all drunk but we all got a little tipsy. It was fun.

Today was sucky.

What'll tomorrow bring?

¶ 21:07

16 THINGS THAT TOOK ME A LONG TIME TO LEARN:

1. Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxativeon the same night.

2. If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not achieved, and never will achieve, its full potential, that word would be "meetings."

3. There is a very fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness."

4. People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them.

5. You should not confuse your career with your life.

6. Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.

7. Never lick a steak knife.

8. The most destructive force in the universe is gossip.

9. You will never find anybody who can give you a clear and compelling reason why we observe daylight savings time.

10. You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests that you think she's pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from her at that moment.

11. There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is age eleven.

12. The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status or ethnic background, is that, deep downinside, we ALL believe that we are above average drivers.

13. A person, who is nice to you, but rude to a waiter, is not a nice person. (This is very important. Pay attention. It never fails.)

14. Your friends love you anyway.

15. Never be afraid to try something new. Remember that a lone amateur built the Ark. A large group of professionals built the Titanic.

16. Thought for the day: Men are like fine wine. They start out as grapes, and it's up to the women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.

Obviously a woman, but still kinda funny. This is what the boredom in life leads me to do. Another donation into my other account. Bizarre.

I need a sugar daddy =P

¶ 17:44

I just thougth that this was extremely funny. It's that time of year again.

FRUITCAKE RECIPE:

1 CUP WATER
1 CUP SUGAR
4 LARGE EGGS
2 CUPS DRIED FRUIT
1 TSP BAKING SODA
1 TSP SALT
1 CUP LIGHT BROWN SUGAR
LEMON JUICE
NUTS
1 GALLON WHISKEY


Sample the whiskey to check for quality.

Take a large bowl.

Check the whiskey again to be sure it is of the highest quality.

Pour one level cup and drink..... Repeat

Turn on the electric mixer; beat one cup butter in a large fluffy bowl.

Add one teaspoon sugar and beat again.

Make sure the whiskey is still ok.

Cry another tup. Turn off mixer.

Break two legs and add to bowl, and chunk in the cup of fried driut.

Mix on the turner.

If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers, pry it lose with a drewscriver.

Sample the whiskey to check for tonsisticity.

Next, sift two cups of salt, or something. Who cares?

Check the whiskey.

Now sift the lemon juice and nuts together.

Add onn table spoon of sugar or something.

Whatever you can fing. Greese the oven.

Turn the cake tin to 350 degrees.

Don't forget to beat off the turner.

Throw the bowl out the window.

Check the whiskey again.

Go to bed. Who the heck likes cruitfake anyway?

Source: Unknown

¶ 15:44

For those of you who haven't heard, Treppy is no longer among us....

I was on the way to the Lexus dealership on Riverdale to go see Dan's Mom's new car. With Dan, in the car, illegally. And we approach the stop where you take a right to go to Kohls, and I was in the second or third in the right most lane to travel straight. I was approaching a red light, and there were two or three cars stopped in front of me.

And a white car comes on my left and travels past me. IT's a POS and I don't think anything of it. I hear a noise, which I dismissed as belonging to the white car. I double take on the noise, and I turn my radio down, and sure enough its the Intrepid.

At that time, it made this horrible noise three times, and died. Right there. In the middle of Route 5 traffic.

Instinctively, I try to restart the car, but to no avail. I put my hazard lights on, and try to wave the people behind me at the light, to go around. I call my grandmother and inform her of the situation. I told her to request and officer to sit behind me until a tow truck could get there.

I start calling my uncle, no answer. My father, no answer. My aunt, no answer. Oh well, I didn't need them anyways. I call the West Springfeild police station and request an officer, but they said that my grandmother had already called. So Dan and I sit in the midst of angry drivers.

Even though I had my hazards on, people still pulled up behind me trying to go straight and they would start honking when I didn't move. and I just looked at them with the 'what the fuck do you want me to do; you are the fucking idiot who pulled up behind the vehicle with the hazards on' look.

Somewhere in this mess, I got a call from Erik. He says when I answer the phone, "How's your car running?" I inquired as to how he knew and I learned that one of his friends drove by and recognized my car. (Who couldn't? Treppy was stunning.) I also learned today that Mrs. Stevens, the gym teacher, had driven by. Mrs. Martin drove by us and turned into the Riverdale Shops. (I bet she was going to the dollar store.) Dan also recognized someone else who drove by. Nobody stopped. Thanks, btw.

A cop finally arrived, and asked if I called AAA. After I replied, he remarked that I was wasting my time with them. At this point, I agreed. He also said that this is why he drove a toyota. How do I respond to that?

He sat there with me until the tow truck arrived and then departed. He had his lights on, but people were still honking. WTF, people. I hate you.

All during this, I have to admit, I was so thankful Dan was there to keep me calm. I probably would not have been nearly as focused if I were alone. Thanks, Dan. =]

The tow truck arrived and on the way home, echoed the sentiments of the police officer regarding Japanese cars. He was also fond of German cars, but was weary of the costs associated with such a fine vehicle.

I learned at lunch today that Treppy had passed away. I had figured it. My naturally negative outlook on life always prompts me to fear the worst. It was a solemn occasion, and I was notified via text message of mom, who so sincerely wrote: "about the car, can you hum taps?"

WTF, Mom...couldn't you have let me down a little softer than that?

With Treppy having passed away, I am forced to have to find another vehicle. I hate how it was taken just as I was starting to really really really like it. I miss it already.

It's semi-ironic how it was taken just as Dan's Mom's car came into being. Bizarre, huh?

In other news:
Job hunting sucks, as per usual.

Boyfriend hunting is going to resume soon. I don't want to be lonely for the holidays. (I know you still read this, and don't you dare feel superior. I wouldn't destroy my friends for myself. I'm not that selfish. )

NEW: Car hunting, will be starting soon.

A rather large, unclaimed deposit was made in my account. I don't know what happened, but I will sure as hell take it.

I guess I won't be needing a parking pass for this term.

That's all folks...TTFN

P.S. - For those of you who really want to know what happened; I've been told that a timing belt broke and was sucked into the engine. After being shredded, it clogged the fuel line, filled the piston cavities, and destroyed the engine completely.

¶ 17:18