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Apparently the whole neighborhood, adults included, was out shooting shit with bb guns, and fessed up to it after the police report was filed and agreed to pay for the window.
My dad did make it to where the graduation was happening, but he was early by about three hours and was pissed because he couldn't find us.
Yesterday he told me to sell my car and buy a farm, because I'm losing money on my car when I could be making money on a farm. Why would I need to drive anywhere if I had a farm? Makes sense.
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My brother graduates tonight (which is the reason I am wearing pants today). My dad gave up his ticket because he said it wouldn't be fair to his stupid wife, because she has helped my brother SO much (with what, I have no idea) and she would want to go, too. After thinking about it, he decided that he would try to show up when the ceremony is almost over and intimidate the people at the gate into letting him in without a ticket. So, this should be an interesting night.
The little bastard who lives across the street from me shot the rear passenger quarter window of my grandmother's car -- the one I'm driving -- with a pellet gun or something, and it's all cracked. If only he were old enough to have a car.
Thinking about shooting stuff around his house so his dad thinks he did it and beats him some more. That's always loads of entertainment.
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My shift kit evidently shifts way too hard for a daily driver and my valve body "has gone to shit" according to the guy at the transmission place. This translates into roughly $2k.
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I removed a lot of things from this site that I thought were cool in 2002 and have since realized that they're pretty stupid.
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The decision was made for me when my transmission started granny shifting this weekend. I pulled out in front of a speeding Mustang GT and he actually passed me in the other lane (barely). I just can't have that happening.
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Currently debating on what I should spend my money on: making my car faster, making my car look better or making my computer faster. A faster car wouldn't really affect the time in which I get to work and back because of traffic, but on the rare occasion I'm first in line at a red light with a cargo van next to me wanting to go, I'll be prepared. Making it look better would prompt me to show it off on the Internet, and would definitely make the Mexicans that seem to live in this parking lot want to steal my car more than they already do. If that's not a status symbol then I don't know what is. Making my computer faster would allow me to check my mail more quickly, enabling me to get back to doing yard work or sleep in record time. This is certainly a tough decision. Save money? That's for chumps.
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Got my hair chopped off for the first time in two years. Click.
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Added another thing about my dad to the random thoughts section of the text archives.
I had jury duty this morning. That sucked. My grandmother woke me up at some hour I haven't had the pleasure of lucidly meeting yet because she thought I had to be there at 6 something. When I got there some woman asked me what year my car was and said she used to mod and race them and she has an 84 she's restoring or something. She didn't look good enough to hold my attention that early in the morning so I kind of ignored her after I answered her initial question. I got in the jury assembly room and proceeded to be bored to the point of neurological shutdown. I sat there and slept with my eyes open for four contemptable hours. There were three trials: one was a 1-2 day trial, the second was to last for two days, and the third was a felony trial that was to last for 3-4 days. Some people got called up for the first and the second one was resolved. The rest of us got to wait while they decided if they should move the court date for the third trial or not (it was being delayed because of a new witness and new evidence). Meanwhile the gaggle of hags behind me were chatting it up about arts and crafts, and the old guy next to me kept telling awful jokes, or trying to, anyway. "When I get bored, I think of stuff like...why is a cured ham sick? I mean, why..I mean, what disease does...did a cured ham have? Heh, stuff like that." They had a TV there but the lady wouldn't turn it on. She said that no matter what's on, someone gets offended. What the fuck? I'm offended by the untamed fuckwittedness of this retard sitting next to me. No one turns him off. They finally decided to move the court date around noon, so I got to leave and I don't have to do that shit for at least another year. Yay.
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