Tuesday morning I was dreaming. Something like I was with a bunch of people standing on the shoulder of some freeway at night. Joyce was there. A lone cars pulls up and it's Joyce's friend. The driver pops the trunk and Joyce and I look in, and then a doorbell rings. Joyce says it's some safety mechanism or something. Then GP wakes me up because a maintenance guy was coming and the doorbell actually rang, but it was Khristine. So I got a nice bizarre ending for my dream.
I went home later that day to get a new car battery. Not that I can't get a new one down here, but my parents volunteered to pay for it. I usually don't like bumming off the rents, but as soon as I get some cashflow I can resume refusing the money my mom tries to give me while my dad's not around. I tried looking up information about my battery online, but it was either the website I was looking at or the dial-up connection that was making my effort pitifully futile. Damn, the heat was already getting ot me, and then my mom decided to ask me every other minute if A) she could use the phone and B) what I was looking at. I took out my angry on the poor old computer table. It never did anything to me...
When we arrived at the Honda dealership, I parked it in the middle of the service lane and stopped the car. My mom complained that we might be blocking somebody, but alas, I tried to start the car and got NOTHING. Damn that old battery to hell! One more jump start and that should be the end of it, for at least a few years. We picked up the $75 battery (which actually ran up to $85 with core charge and tax) and headed back home. I swear, I was losing it because it was so hot. After an hour, there were some crazy winds that blew into the computer room and ripped my brother's poster right off the wall, but at least it got cooler.
My dad got home and we popped the old battery out and popped the new one in. Somewhere between the removing and installing, the bracket that holds the metal rod that props the hood up fell into the engine bay. Oh well. It took two starts, but no dreaded clicking. I think the computer had to remap the air/fuel ratios. My mom then suggested we get some gas at Costco, and she paid. Gas is almost twice as expensive as it was when I started driving. Ridiculous. Damn that GW Bush. He's the one we should be impeaching. Back home again and my parents kept me long enough so I missed the LOG meeting. Sucks. My mom did hook me up with some money though, beside the groceries and leftovers.
Today was my bum day. Bumming all day long. Sleeping in till 1:30, eating at 4, finally leaving the house at 8 to buy a blender at Target (I wish it was a glass one though) and went to the ARC for the first time in almost 2 weeks. Oh man, I felt weak. I think my whack ass diet is partly to blame beside my hiatus. There are six weeks left to get in baller shape for intermurals. I think our goal for PUSO is to go undefeated against Kaba and make it to the playoffs for at least one sport every quarter.
After the ARC, I went over to Lauren and Adam's place. They finally got their keys and were setting up. I helped set up Lauren's computer and brought back some stuff of theirs I ended up with. I was going to return this whack cassette recorder she hid in my socks, but since I have a bunch of unused tapes, I think I'll keep it. She also hid a hideous green hat that said something like "GREAT FLAMEBROILED BURGERS" on it. It wasn't quite a trucker hat, because it had no mesh. It was just nasty. I left that at the house for someone else to deal with. I also messed around with Malcolm (the cat). I don't know if he recognized me, because he was all upset when I picked him up, but I put him in his place. Outside, you could hear ducks or geese... it sounded like some other condo around the way had a petting zoo. The sprinklers were going off and the whole sidewalk was blocked by the spray. A whole section was under 3 inches of water. It's a nice place. I still with we had that house though.
I went home later that day to get a new car battery. Not that I can't get a new one down here, but my parents volunteered to pay for it. I usually don't like bumming off the rents, but as soon as I get some cashflow I can resume refusing the money my mom tries to give me while my dad's not around. I tried looking up information about my battery online, but it was either the website I was looking at or the dial-up connection that was making my effort pitifully futile. Damn, the heat was already getting ot me, and then my mom decided to ask me every other minute if A) she could use the phone and B) what I was looking at. I took out my angry on the poor old computer table. It never did anything to me...
When we arrived at the Honda dealership, I parked it in the middle of the service lane and stopped the car. My mom complained that we might be blocking somebody, but alas, I tried to start the car and got NOTHING. Damn that old battery to hell! One more jump start and that should be the end of it, for at least a few years. We picked up the $75 battery (which actually ran up to $85 with core charge and tax) and headed back home. I swear, I was losing it because it was so hot. After an hour, there were some crazy winds that blew into the computer room and ripped my brother's poster right off the wall, but at least it got cooler.
My dad got home and we popped the old battery out and popped the new one in. Somewhere between the removing and installing, the bracket that holds the metal rod that props the hood up fell into the engine bay. Oh well. It took two starts, but no dreaded clicking. I think the computer had to remap the air/fuel ratios. My mom then suggested we get some gas at Costco, and she paid. Gas is almost twice as expensive as it was when I started driving. Ridiculous. Damn that GW Bush. He's the one we should be impeaching. Back home again and my parents kept me long enough so I missed the LOG meeting. Sucks. My mom did hook me up with some money though, beside the groceries and leftovers.
Today was my bum day. Bumming all day long. Sleeping in till 1:30, eating at 4, finally leaving the house at 8 to buy a blender at Target (I wish it was a glass one though) and went to the ARC for the first time in almost 2 weeks. Oh man, I felt weak. I think my whack ass diet is partly to blame beside my hiatus. There are six weeks left to get in baller shape for intermurals. I think our goal for PUSO is to go undefeated against Kaba and make it to the playoffs for at least one sport every quarter.
After the ARC, I went over to Lauren and Adam's place. They finally got their keys and were setting up. I helped set up Lauren's computer and brought back some stuff of theirs I ended up with. I was going to return this whack cassette recorder she hid in my socks, but since I have a bunch of unused tapes, I think I'll keep it. She also hid a hideous green hat that said something like "GREAT FLAMEBROILED BURGERS" on it. It wasn't quite a trucker hat, because it had no mesh. It was just nasty. I left that at the house for someone else to deal with. I also messed around with Malcolm (the cat). I don't know if he recognized me, because he was all upset when I picked him up, but I put him in his place. Outside, you could hear ducks or geese... it sounded like some other condo around the way had a petting zoo. The sprinklers were going off and the whole sidewalk was blocked by the spray. A whole section was under 3 inches of water. It's a nice place. I still with we had that house though.
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