September 2004
09302K4
We went out with my mother last night for her birthday to Luigi's, arguably the best restaurant in town. The stupid chick got the baked ziti and said she wished we had gone to Taco Bell. I wanted to beat her.
09292K4
Something I learned today: coverage for uninsured motorists only covers bodily injury. Yay.
Gotta wait til tomorrow for the adjustor to tell me that my car is totaled, and for my insurance agent to tell me they won't cover anything. Then I'll have to pay whatever they're charging me for storage.
09282K4
Doesn't look like State Farm is going to cover the GN, since the shitbag who wrecked it had a suspended license and was uninsured. And, since I took it to him to get it fixed, I supposedly can't claim it was stolen even though he drove it without permission before he did any work to it. So I can offer to fix someone's car for them, then have fun with it for a few hours and destroy it, living with the satisfaction that I've just completely fucked them over if I'm not insured, having only to endure a small fine.
I'll know tomorrow if they're going to cover it or not. I have to wait for the body shop to give the adjustor an estimate, and the adjustor to drop some bullshit on me. Then I'll see if I can buy it back, and drop the engine and tranny in something else.
This pretty much kills my plans to build a new computer. >:[
By the way, the mechanic's name is Travis Campbell. Home phone 352-383-9458, cell phone 407-421-0086, mailing address PO Box 510, Plymouth, FL 32768. Lives in a blue trailer with his mom a few driveways down from Sorrento Auto Parts on SR 46. The trailer is very flamable.
I survived another hurricane, this being the fourth (or fifth, I lose count after a while) one to hit Florida this season. I was at my mom's house and we lost power at about 2:30 pm on Sunday. My mom's fiance's son was there with his pregnant girlfriend, who turned out to be our only entertainment. She's dumb as hell, and says stupid shit constantly. I tried to capture this vapid, void and vacant look on her face that she had everytime she'd be talking about completely random nonsense, but I couldn't quite get it. I came pretty close, though:
I wish I had something to write down the shit she was saying, because now I can't remember much of it.
My house still doesn't have power. I couldn't get any sleep because it was so hot and humid, and mosquitos were attacking me. I had to go to my aunt's house to take a cold shower after clearing debris all day. If I weren't so pissed about my car I'd probably be sleeping right now.
09252K4
I was sitting at work yesterday, thinking about how cool it would be to be able to drive my GN without getting fender rub and over/under steer when Clay called me up and asked if I had full coverage on my car. To make a long story short, the mechanic drove the car without my permission before he did the suspension work and wrapped it around a power pole. It's totaled, and he's not insured.
For more info, check this thread: click.
09242K4
For those of you who play the Day of Defeat mod for Half-Life, I purchased for my clan a public, 18-player 24/7 avalanche server.
66.208.107.136:27015
There's another goddamn hurricane heading my way. My grandma had us put all her stupid lawn ornaments back up around the pool area, so we get to take them back down this weekend. The car's in the shop so I won't be able to escape. Maybe if I eat enough of the shit she feeds us I'll be too sick to help out.
Idle #cdeath on irc.gamesurge.net, bitches.
09202K4
Heath and I spent a good portion of Friday afternoon and Saturday morning installing boxed lower control arms on my car in the parking lot of the strip mall I visit every weekday from 9am to 6pm. Talk about a pain in the ass. Heath was working by himself on Friday while I was sitting in an air-conditioned office, and I helped a bit on Saturday. We had to use a jack to break the bolts loose on the bottom, then drop the mufflers to get to the bolts on the top (which ultimately resulted in an exhaust leak that makes my 3.8 sound like a 5.7). Then to put the new ones on I had to push the tires up with my feet while sliding along the pavement so the holes would line up. Once we finally figured out how to get the passenger side arm in, the other was a half-hour procedure. Then we had to do the sway bar. That just wasn't happening. The guide made it all sound so easy. They didn't mention you need a lift and a sledge hammer. We couldn't even get the stock one to flex enough to put back on, so right now I'm driving around without a sway bar. It's not so bad. The rear end just wants to explore the whole lane now instead of being satisfied with what it's normally confined to.
The stock arm is on the left.
The stock bar is on the bottom.
Heath on Friday: greasy on the outside, crying on the inside.
I guess I'll take it to a shop to get the sway bars (front and rear), shocks, springs and bushings installed.
09162K4
From ninjapirate.com:
I met this girl today and we were totally into eachother. I mentioned sex and she said, "Thilo, I want to wait a while before we do that. I want to be an amazing experience, not some casual ordeal. Ya know?." I told her I completely agreed and responded, "I agree. I think we should wait at least 6 months before we have sex." That went well with her. She replied, "Okay. Six months." I smiled, gave her a nod, and said, "Okay, see you in 6 months."
That shit is funny.
I'm bored. The phone has rang something like twice today. Same number of emails. Barry and I are the only ones here. Barry sucks.
09142K4
Added the fourth installment of my grandparent rants to the Random Thoughts section of the Text Archives.
09132K4
Terry and I got invited to a party Friday night when we were at 7-11. It was around 11:30. We both have long hair and beards, and we were buying food late at night. With that image it's hard convincing someone you're not a stoner. So this shirtless kid walks up with a cute redhead trailing behind him, both of them high. In his arms are a loaf of bread, a block of cheese, a can of Dinty Moore beef stew and a twelve pack of Mountain Dew.
"Hey, uh..whaa yous guys doin' tonight?"
"Waiting for my sandwich to be grilled. What've you been up to, besides the obvious?"
"Whaaa? Oh, man, you guys wanna check out this party tonight?"
"Party, eh? Is she gonna be there?"
"Yeah, I'll be there." - redhead
"And some other girls."
"That sounds good. Where's it at?"
"Umm...oh, you gotta pay five bucks for a cup for the beer."
"Come on, dude. Look at my car. You gonna make me pay five bucks when I drive a car like that?"
"Car..? You don't pay with cars, man, unless you want a LOT of beer! Huhuhuhuhuh."
" Where's it at?"
"Uh...you go on 46...it's the first house on the right."
"First house on the right coming from where?"
"46..wait, no...Roundlake Road. First house, on Roundlake Road, from 46, first house on the right..uh...yeah."
"So it's on the corner of 46 and Roundlake?"
(blank stare)
"Alright, we'll be there."
There was one car parked outside. Either he gave us wrong directions, or it was a very boring party.
Saturday night Heath and I went cruising to see if there was anything on the road to kill. In Leesburg I found a semi-riced Integra and two Civic SI coupes, all lined up (front to back). I got up next to the one in front at a red light. I passed him at 1/4 throttle and turned around, disappointed in not finding anything. On the way back through Tavares I found a Slowstang GT to play with. He took off and I walked away from him too easily. Then, once it was obvious he couldn't beat me, he kept getting next to me and taking off. So, we tried to beckon him to the next light, where I was going to do a boosted launch, just to make him piss his pants. He turned off.
Then we put on my 3" intercooler pipe with the new hoses at what seemed like midnight. We went to 7-11 afterwards to test it out and it was 4:30. Either it took us four hours to put on a pipe, or I'm really bad at keeping up with passing time.
09092K4
Hurricanes aren't nearly as fun as news reporters make them out to be. I didn't get a chance to get any good pictures, but I'll get to make up for it when Ivan comes.
09022K4
Got a few silicon transition hoses from RPS:
Should be able to put my bigger pipe on now without any problem, other than maybe a tree limb falling on my hood during the bigass hurricane that's coming this way.
I am so tired of talking about my car. I need to go piss someone off or something.
09012K4
This morning coming to work I was driving like I normally do - not much more than 5 over the speed limit, but getting there really quickly - and everytime I'd take off from a redlight this guy behind me would try his best to keep up with me. On the third light he got next to me and kept creeping up an inch or two. When it turned green he took off, so I punched it and got in front of him in his lane. He tried to pass and I nailed it again, and he never got close to touching me after that. I'm not quite sure how fast I was going because my gauge only goes to 85. There was some traffic up ahead so I downshifted and coasted the rest of the way. He gets next to me and rolls down his window. Cop in an unmarked car. "Slow down!"
He started it.