Way to go, shit-fuck-face. Way to go. :)




Also fuck you and fuck Josh, Aaron.

NOW MY ENTIRE FLIST HAS LOST THE GAME.

BLAME AARON & JOSH.

Tired.

Sleep schedule so out of whack. Not that I really mind. It's not like I have anything to do or anywhere to be, so my sleep schedule can do whatever the hell it feels like doing for all I care. As long as I feel rested (which lately, I have not. Too much on my mind, things either keeping me up or haunting my dreams. Good times, good times.) then I don't really care how messed up my sleeping is. So long as I manage to get some, hurr hurr. This, however, is taking a toll on my posting at PA and my wanting to talk to people. Failsauce. Oh well.

I'm trying, damn it. ;_;

As for what's been bugging me? Apart from personal things, my car. I hate my car. I hate everything to do with my car. And I hate everything to do with not being a citizen and how many fucking hoops I have to leap through in order to get anything done at all, ever. I am not a circus freak, Government, I do not have the desire to dance about and perform on a stage for you to judge me and tell me I can or can't have something. I'm not asking for much. I just want to be able to drive my car legally in the states, that's all I want. On that note, Canadian Government can fuck themselves, too, as the hoop jumping is coming from both countries this time. Gotdamn, I just want my car back. It's ever so pretty sort of? Whatever. and allows me my freedom. Gives to me my ride, please? ._.

What I need, is to win the lottery. Or just randomly find 12,000 dollars lying around on the streets and be like "oh hay, car woes r fixed." ._.

The world would be so much cooler without money. Wouldn't function worth shit, but would be so much cooler.

--Also, please stop sticking space bar. Please. It's so annoying to go back through paragraphs to fix the smushed words. No love, me.

I don't have to drive on US-19 again today. I had to cancel going to Ginger's to watch the baby while her and Aaron go do something because of yesterday. I was doing laundry when we got a call from Jeremy saying he couldn't get his dad's grand am to start at work. He tried a few things but it just wouldn't go. There was electricity going through the car so a jump wouldn't help. The people there told him they thought it might be the fuel pump in the car. So I had to go get him last night since his mother was being a bitch about the situation. I have no idea why but the moment he mentioned the car wouldn't start she went insane and started yelling at him and screaming that he wasn't doing enough to make the car work. That he should jump it, etc etc.. She was complaining about having to leave it there if he couldn't get it to work. Maybe I'm being unreasonable but that pissed me the fuck off. Eventually he called back and tried to tell her it still wouldn't start but she just kept bitching so I took the phone and told him I'd go get him.

Rush hour traffic is fail god damn traffic.

When I got there we poked around under the hood cause I wanted to see if if might have been the spark plugs or the starter but we couldn't get the area hiding the plugs opened. I've never had to fuck around on a grand am before, just huge ford trucks, so. (And even then I'm not the greatest. I hate cars. I know basically 0% of nothing about them. All I know is spark plugs and starters. THAT'S IT.) Either way, it eventually started. How and why we do not know. We eventually got home with the car and went out to eat because, ha ha, Jeremy just worked a 10 hour day and was super hungry and I was pissed off at Leslie so I wanted to just leave.

Eventually we're going to have to call Dave and figure out what the hell he wants us to do, because we have zero money to fix his car for him so he'll have to send us a check or something to get it fixed, supposing he thinks there's something wrong. We used to drive the grand am all the time and let mine chill out since it wasn't insured/registered in the US. It's still not registered but it's insured so I guess we're allowed to drive it now. So Leslie and Jeremy are wondering if it's just that it hasn't been in use. I dunno. But until then I guess I can't really go anywhere while he works. x.o;

At least he's working. :3 ♥

Got home and we were both insanely exhausted so it was sleep time. Nothing better happen to my car while he's at work today, seriously. 'Cause I will woe. x_x