Sometimes in this crazy little recreational event called life, I do things that upset me. I hurt myself. No one else. Me. Jeff. I do it. I do it all. In fact, I do so much that sometimes, sometimes, I just really wish bad things upon myself. Why cannot I not learn from past mistakes? Why do I choose to live in revelry? Why oh why am I so dumb. I am not smart. I am an ass. Thank you.
I went to pick up my car on Wednesday. I paid $433 dollars even. I got excited about the prospect of driving my repaired car home. I start it up. I put the faceplate of my CD player on the deck. I get ready to leave. I realize that the car died! I tell the nice auto mechanic and he plays with something under the hood. I get ready to leave. I think, "Everything is fine." I start to drive home. I continue driving and it dies again. I pull off the side of the road. I start it back up. I start driving again. I think, "This is crazy." I am not crazy. It died again. I get it back to the shop. I wait.
I am exhausted.
UPDATE: I got my car back today. It seems to be working. I made it home.
Okay, so I'm already tired of looking for cars. This is supposed to be more enjoyable than this. I have $3,000 bucks and I want to pay between 7K and 8K. I should be able to find something I like!
The situation with my car is a little better. Apparently, $750 is how much a new distributor costs. A rebuild one will only $400. That's still a lot of money, but it gives me some more time to shop around for a new car. Plus, it allows me a trade in a vehicle that RUNS.
Apparently, the only cars available for my price range are the cheapest ones available.
Okay, I'm going to bed. This is the earliest I've gone to bed in a while.
Even though the guy tried to make me put a new head-gasket on my car when I didn't need one, he sure fixed my car cheap all the other times.
Okay, so update on the Altima. It's not dead! However, it might as well be. It needs a new distributor, which with towing will be like $750 bucks. Kelly Blue Book says my car, at 195,000 miles, is worth $250. It really doesn't seem reasonable to pay that much money, for the little I'm going to get out of it.
I'm looking at getting a new-to-me used car. Any advice?
:: For all practical purposes, living well really is the best revenge.
:: I miss talking to Chase.
:: My car died today. Even when you have a little money, it still sucks to have to push it into your own driveway by yourself. Not knowing what the problem is sucks, too.
:: I still enjoy watching wrestling.
:: Some of the supposedly "rare" 7 inches I buy on eBay better we worth some money when I retire.
:: I don't much care for any animals.
:: Last night, I took my first stab at babysitting. Well, I suppose it wasn't my first time, nor was it technically "baby" sitting. I watched the guy I am a one-on-one with at work. Actually, I worked my normal seven-hour day. Then went to his house and watched him, fed him, and put him to bed (all in the span of six hours). I made $75 bucks for my troubles though. I need gigs like that more often.
:: This could really be the most interesting stuff I've written recently.
:: I hate being overweight.
:: I love eating whatever, whenever.
:: I hate double-talk.
:: Speaking of work, I am actually getting a job title change. It's a long story, but I will be making a dollar more an hour. I love being semi-formally educated.
:: I work at a high school, right? I see a lot of young folk. Well, why is that girls who act black and wish they were "black" or whatever, are the whitest girls around. For real. They are always pale! Shouldn't they be the ones trying to get a tan? I mean, I'm not even talking about white chicks who like black guys. No no no, I'm talking about Miss Whitey who thinks she is actually a sista. Why doesn't she try to actually LOOK black? Asian girls looker blacker than these white girls. Have you seen them? They're almost see-through (perhaps that's why you've missed them).
On Tuesday You Told Me How To Tell If I Were Too Nice
I'm sorry that my lack of input recently can be made up for by posting random, unpurposefully selected "OLD" poetry and stupid quips about transgender wishes. I've mostly been spending time with my job, although I have been out with some friends here recently. But, majority of my efforts have been put toward the item in this picture. My Mom won a 60 GB video Ipod from her employer and she gave it to me for Christmas (plus the digital camera I paid 100 bucks on). It's really cool, but a big hassle as well. I've been ripping the 200 - 300 CDs I have on to my laptop and this is taking forever. I'm on the letter "L" now. And I still only have a good 6 GB filled. This is a good problem, I know. Nevertheless, still a hassle. It is sweet. There doesn't seem to be any free software to convert video files to the proper Ipod file. The cheapest I've seen is $29.99. While watching a movie on an Ipod doesn't seem to be the greatest feat one could accomplish, it sure is cool carrying only an Ipod with several movies and all your CDs on it.
In other exciting announcements, the great show, American Idol, premiers tonight. I started watching it last year at this time and I love it. While I still have many negative thoughts about it, it's quite the fabulous time had when I view it. Although, the show has got me missing New Orleans, because after all, that is the first place I watched it.
Which brings me to my next thought. I might not go back to the City. I still could. But, I've become enamored with the idea of going some place else or even starting a different graduate program all together. I don't know. Would anyone going back miss me? I think Katrina washed away more than just some of my property.
Everyday, Waking Up Next To Your Boyfriend's Crack Pipe
It's like, I have the answers To all of your questions But I'm no help; You're still in the same old routines. I love you, But right now I hate the things you're doing. You and I have had a past. Me and You should have never lasted. But here we are on the phone, And you're waiting for me to condone All the mistakes you've made these past three months- Relationships that have gone bust. And now, with your lines drawn white You want, You need, Everything to be alright. But life isn't that easy And though I've had sleazier moments This could top them all. Yet I try so hard To get you to see That this kind of self-depreciating behavior Isn't what anyone means When they say, Liberty is free. Your choices are yours. I'm not here to judge. Character makes martyrs for those who indulge. Get away, Flee the scene Apathy is a crime and you can plainly see. Please fix this mess Help yourself resist, Don't confuse love for crime Or when he says he'll make up the time. Staying out with strippers and gangsters Is fine for a bachelor But not when your talking about settling down. I don't know his angle Maybe you don't have a scheme But I don't want to read your obituary In the state-news magazine. Surviving life isn't hard You just can't be so foolish. Please, get help with your life Before it's no longer worth living.
No, I have not died. I am actually getting a new job. What might this new venture be? The circus. Now I know you're all laughing, but you need to stop. The pay is so much better than teaching. I will have my own show. What is my talent? I'm the hairy woman! Of course I have to begin the slow and painfully long process of sex-change operational surgery. This is to, as you will surly affirm, very important to the gimmick. Plus, I just realized that in another life, I was probably a female.
Truthfully, I've just been busy and don't feel I have much to say.
In Melbourne, Florida tonight, it's supposed to get 35 degrees, with a wind chill that makes it feel like 25 degrees. Now, I'm not one for complaining, (well, sometimes I do) but this is Florida for goodness sakes! I wish it had been colder during Christmas rather than now. It was around 75 degrees on Christmas day, which is nice. But, man... tonight it's going to be freezing.