I changed the resolution on my monitor to make it so everything is smaller and I can see more stuff. I hope this is symbolic of what I am trying to do.
I'm also trying this new plan for self-betterment. I am watching stand-up comics complain about what they hate when people do, and I am conciously trying not to do those things. Wish me luck.
So I had a pretty eventful weekend. On the way to my dad's house on friday my "check engine" light went on. That wouldn't be such a big deal if I wasn't supposed to drive to Philadelphia the next day for the Dispatch concert. It was too late in the night to actually figure out what was wrong, so I decided to call Abbey and tell her what was up, just so on saturday it wouldn't be a big suprise.
Laura: I know it was just the check engine light that was on. I know that it won't kill me to drive it around. But 200 miles of driving is not good for a car anyway. The check engine light goes on when you need to check the engine. So I wanted to check the fucking engine before we left. You don't know nearly as much as you think you do, and you know even less when you're drunk. Now don't ever tell me what to do with my car, especially because yours doesn't work.
Anyway, I was freaking out because I felt really bad. My dad was like "why dont' you ask your mom if you can use her car?" I can't use my dad's becuse it's not really his. So I asked my mom and she was like "no, i don't want my car in Philadelphia without me, and I'm a bitch who can't possibly see anyone else's point of view." So the problem could have been solved easily, but it wasn't. So Saturday morning I got up real early and took it to the Shell near my house and they worked on it all afternoon and they were finally done at 2. Turns out there were some frayed spark plug wires and it was misfiring. And the old guy behind the desk said it probably would have caught on fire if I went too fast for too long. So I guess it's a good thing that I CHECKED THE ENGINE WHEN THE LIGHT WAS ON.
So abbey and I missed the first concert, but we went to the second one just fine. Hehe. And we didn't break any laws. :)
So...oh yes. Last year when I went to a dispatch concert it was full of people like me. People who like dispatch becuse they are good musicians and they are good. Well, since then, college kids have caught onto this band, and most of the people at the concert last night would normally be at a Frat party. So that wasn't cool. I mean it kindof is for the band, because they are successful, but it was not cool for me, who had to avoid the girls who are too cheap to buy a back for their shirt.
And now I am really really tired. We got back around 4 last night, but because of dylight savings time it was really 5 and now I am a zombie.
Two days til my birthday. Two days til kids in the hall. Four days til UVA. Six days til guster.
And I have soemthing to say. Some people really have problems thinking about other people. Randy and Abbey have heard this already. But my mom and Robby are two of these people who just can't fathom that there are other people in this world. I wasn't crying because I wasn't going to get to see dispatch. I was crying because abbey went through a lot of trouble and spent a lot of money and it was going to go to waste. It didn't, because my car was okay, but if it wasn't then my mom would have just been a bitch. Jesus christ. At least my hands are smooth.
I work again tomorrow in the morning and then I don't work for the rest of the week. I am kinda sad. I don't want the kids to forget me. But I am also happy, because I can just have fun and do things I have to do.