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April 23rd 2004 - Ah, fun times. I don't think I mentioned this last month, but I received three tickets from the po-po's for my license plates being expired, my emissions being expired, and not having a valid license on my person (the ONE day I don't have it on me!). It was such a crummy day because I was completely thinking of skipping school but then I figured that I needed to go because I had been skipping a lot, SO I went and on the way got pulled over and got the tickets. To which I was then late to class and then in a bad mood so I skipped anyway! So the moral is, if you have an impulse to skip class, then DO IT because then you probably won't get in trouble with the law. ;] The reason I'm relaying the story now is because I just had my court day two days ago (coincidently on Kim's birthday!) and it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. However it also wasn't what I expected at all. For some reason I figured it was going to be just me and all the normal court people.. I mean, that's why they gave me a specific time after all. BUT it turns out that they give like 50 people the same freaking court date and time and we're all just supposed to show up (WITH lack of parking spaces btw!!) and be in the same room and overhearing each others crimes. So we all took our turns going up to the judge and he read us the charges and we were supposed to plea guilty, not guilty, or guilty with an explaination. I had planned on saying guilty and saying that I hadn't known my plates and stuff were expired until the officer told me, but instead I just did guilty, showed that I had fixed all the problems, and the judge said that all charges were dismissed and I'd just have to pay court costs of $73.50. So yay for me! I thought they were going to make me pay a lot more and that I was going to fund their police-persons ball this year. The other interesting thing about the whole court experience was the two people infront of me. They were having a heated agreement about how most of the people there were black and there were only a few white people. This in fact was true, but it still was sad to see that kind of attitude. I mean, yes, there are lots of people out there to whom color is a big deal, but it shouldn't be. We're all human, we have the same organs, we came into this world the same way, we just happen to have different colored skin. Gah.. there is so much hatred in this world. .. On a completely different note, Kim's birthday was really cool. Well, cool in a perspective sort of way. We're all poor, so we can't afford to do extravegant fun things, so we chilled at Kim's apartment and got really drunk and played Uno and music. Birthdays aren't about what you do, they're about who you hang out with. And we had lots of fun. I also found out that Kim's ex-girlfriend plays videogames, so we're going to trade and hopefully I'll be able to get her hooked on RPG's since that's primarily what I play. K, well until next time. I'm almost done with school, but I still haven't even started on this huge project for my Database class. I now leave you with this awesome quote from one of the webcomics I read. - chris
"I saw an ad today that read, "What could be better than finding your soulmate?" And I couldn't help but think... defeating them in mortal combat? Nothing says I love you and I'm better than you than standing tall, one foot perched atop their lifeless chest." -- April 12th 2004 - It's so incredible how much can change in just a small amount of time. As you all my be aware of, my dad is insane, crazy, and absolutely nuts. I've known this for about as long as I can remember. My mom and brother, however, refuse to admit it to themselves and will probably delude the truth forever. So... story time. About two weeks ago I decided to hang out with my good friend Kim and when I got to her apartment I was listening to a song on the radio that I wanted her to hear. So I called her on my cellphone and told her to turn it on the required station and then in my complete distraction I got out of my car and locked it, only AFTER realizing that my keys were still in the ignition with the radio on. The car wasn't running, it was just the power. So I dejected went to Kim and told her all that happened and how stupid I felt. I then preceeded to ask her if she'd take me all the way back to my house so I could get the spare. She did take me to my house and then I began looking, to no avail. I then asked my parents if they had seen my spare key (which was supposed to be in my mom's possession) and they all began looking. I too began looking in a couple of places; drawers, my mom's car, and I even called my brother in Arizona to see if HE had accidentally taken it. Now you may think this is a routine and boring story because everyone locks their keys in their car at least once in their life so no big whup. BUT no. My brother told me that his friend, who is a cop, could probably get my keys out but I'd just have to wait for him to get off work which was no problem at all. Then my dad just all of a sudden went berzerk and started yelling about how stupid I was for locking my keys in my car, and how I was a lazy son of a bitch because I wasn't looking for my keys (!!) and then told me I had shit for brains, and it just went on and on. So I got fed up with it and said I was going back to my car and waiting for the cop to get off work. My dad blew up again and said "You're going WHERE?" And so I told him as calmly as I could that I was going to go back to my car and wait for a cop to get off work where he could then get my keys out because I didn't want to be there when he was flipping out. So he flipped out more and said something like "Oh, cuz I thought you said you were going back to your car and just going to stand by it and do nothing because that sounds like something you'd do." So right then and there I just turned around and got back into Kim's car and told her to get me the f-k out of there. Kim then had a good idea and called her ex-girlfriend who works for a towing company and she said she'd help me. Two minutes down the road my mom calls me up and says they found my key, so I told her I'd come and get it on the condition that I don't come in the house and that dad doesn't go anywhere near us. So I get my key and we go back to Kim's and watch some Family Guy and just keep talking about how insane my dad is. Fast-forward a little bit to just last Friday (Good Friday) and we get more drama. My dad was off the whole day and everything was almost fine until around sundown when I innocently decided I was going to use the restroom. While in there I suddenly felt droplets of liquid splash on my shirtback. This was a completely new occurance to me because the odds of me urinating on my own back are simply staggering. I ruled that one out. So I checked out the ceiling and noticed that it seemed to be a bit damp and watched as two parts were forming droplets. I then finished up and preceeded to go to the kitchen where my mom and dad where. Now I wish I hadn't of done this, but I deduced that telling my mom what had happened would accomplish little because if the ceiling WAS leaking, she would just tell my dad. I decided to cut out the middle man. I looked at my dad and said "There's an interesting phenomina happening in the bathroom." And he calmly said "Really? What kind of interesting phenomina?" To which I replied, "The ceiling appears to be leaking." **BOOOOOM** My dad then went berzerk again and started yelling at me about how my sense of humor was really f-ked up and he yelling the words "interesting phenomina" at me and saying that it's not an interesting phenomina when the ceiling and roof might be leaking and could cost a lot of money to replace. He then stormed around the house yelling more about me and "interesting phenomina" and I was simply taken aback. I couldn't even believe that he was going so insane, except for the fact that I COULD believe it because he IS insane. I wasn't trying to be funny or anything, I just happen to have a large vocabulary (if you couldn't tell) which I use in my everyday life. So then dad got a ladder and was still yelling blah blah blah so I got up some courage and said "You know? Anger management is a serious issue here!" and he got pissed off even more and said "Instead of being a smart ass why don't you help me?" I definitely didn't want to help a crazy asshole who is yelling at me so I said "I don't know how." (which is true, I'm not very versed in handyman affairs). So he started yelling again and said "You're right, you don't know how. You have shit for brains and you're good for nothing. You don't know anything." Keep in mind that my dad yelling at me effects me to no end. It's almost like having panic attacks all over again, so it completely sucks for me. Still though I got some courage and yelled out "I know you're overreacting about something!" .. silence.. I continued, "If you can give me ONE rational explaination why you're going crazy, I'll listen!" .. silence.. So I just looked at my mom who was doing absolutely nothing to defend me and said that I was moving out, to which she smugly looked at me and said "You can't afford it." And I said "You're right. I can't. But I'm going to." and started to walk away. She then had the audacity to say "So you're going to get angry at me like your father?" And I was just aghast because comparing me to that man is just ludacris. I then walked back to her and said "I am 'not' angry. This is not anger." I grabbed her hand and put it to my chest so she could feel that my heart was beating at a super rate and said, "I hate this. I 'hate' this." To which she said "I understand." and I replied "I don't think you do." and walked off. My dad decided then to shout back from the attic "I'll be fine!" and I whispered "I don't care about you" and gave him the finger on both hands, right infront of my mom. ;] Eric was in the house too and was just like "Whoa.. your dad is soo insane." He left shortly after and I called Kim and went over to her apartment for like 12 hours. When I got back I noticed a typed note from my dad. He's done this thing before, gone insane, and writes me an "I'm sorry" note. This time I was just like f-k it and I wasn't going to read it. Eric was there though so I told him to read it. The note talked about how it turned out to be that the ceiling and roof was NOT leaking and it was actually condensation from a spray airfreshener my mom had used prior to me using the bathroom. Eric just kind of laughed and said "Your dad is crazy. If he had just taken two seconds to investigate the matter instead of being insane, none of this would have happened." It then talked about how proud he was of my brother and I because we're going to graduate college which is an opportunity he never got to do, blah blah blah. Then he said that anger management might be a good idea after all. Signed, "Love ..... and ashamed." or something dumb like that. F-k him. He's insane. .. Well the next morning I woke up and saw that my dad had shoved the damn note under my door!! So I promptly stepped over it and saw my mom, told her I wasn't going to read that note. She said "what note?" and I got it and threw it in the trashcan. She said something like "Don't tell your father you didn't read his note or he'll just blow up and you guys will start fighting again." I then reply, "Hm.. that's interesting. and crazy." Who the f-k gets upset and insane because someone decides not to read their guilty-conscience sorry letter? Oh, that's right. My f-ked up insane dad, that's who. BUT just as I expected, my mom just shook her head and left because she just won't believe that he's crazy. Her entire M.O. is to ignore it and it'll go away. So, there you have it. I don't WANT to move out of my house, but I NEED to. Whatever it takes I'm going to accomplish it. I can't get another job because there are very few jobs that I actually would ENJOY and still have them be fine with my school schedule. Therefore I'm resigned to get somekind of enormous housing loan or something so I can afford an apartment rent. It's completely crazy because I would rather get a house so my money would actually be going somewhere but everyone is telling me that wouldn't happen. It's also unfair because a one bedroom apartment runs around 450 bucks! When if I just had a couple more friends I could get a freaking 5 bedroom townhouse for 800. Even if I just had me and two other people that makes our rent 266 a piece with two extra nothing rooms! Sadly, I don't have enough friends. Eric is moving to Chicago soon, and all my other friends are already in their own stable living environments. If ever I needed some kind of divine miracle, it would be now. - chris "Now that is an interesting phenomina." -- April 7th 2004 - Okay, for real unless Eric decides to grace us with his presense and write something this month, this'll be an even MORE desolate month than the previous two because school is kicking me in the ass. It's a good thing I just ran out of job for the next two months or I don't know HOW I'd get any of this crap done. And btw, ever wish you could go back in time and stop yourself from doing really dumb things? Yeah.. how about NOT telling the person you might want to be friends with that he's a racist a bunch of times, even if he happens to be, because that may put a damper on things. :[ I'm a dumbass, in retrospect only. - chris "Shave your penis and have the girls rub that." - my manager's manager (it was sooo hilarious! 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