Job and random updates

So my job is going pretty good - it's surprisingly hard work! Weeding gardens sucks big time, but I could be doing worse (ie - flipping burgers). The lady whom I'm working for is understanding of my previous commitments and is fairly nice (so far). She is semi-good looking (not quite a MILF, but close), and has what seems like a shit load of money (her other home is in NYC, and this house is gigantic, with a pond, and a tennis court). She also has two daughters, 22 and 17. I have yet to meet them, but they sound pretty cool. The 22 yr old is currently touring with System of a Down, which blew my mind. The 17 yr old is a ballerina, and broke her foot or something. I wonder if I have a chance with either of them, or if I even want to pursue that path . . . Is it obvious I haven't gotten any action in a long time? I want to keep my job, so I think I'm going to lay low on the seduction. Hah! Me seducing, right. Speaking of, my mom told me after we left the grocery store that the cashier (a girl) had been flirting with me. I had only sort of noticed, but to have my mom bring it to my attention? Awkward, to say the least.

So I talked to some of my contacts about the buggy - one said that I would be better off selling it for parts, it was a danger, yada yada. However, he did say it would be a cool project. I also talked to the guy I bought it from, and he said to put some diesel fuel into the chambers through the spark plugs, and that should free the engine up enough to turn it over. That would be cool! Make my life so much easier too. I'm definitely going to try that - if it works, the amount of work I would have to do overall would be cut almost in half (ie I wouldn't have to totally rebuild the engine).

So the guy who said it was dangerous explained how the suspension/axels work in the model year that I have - it sounded rather frightening. I'm not going to go into detail (partially because I really need pictures to adequetly explain it, and I don't think anyone really wants to read about it), but it really made me think about what I wanted to do with the buggy. I think I'm going to have it as a cool around town car, and am going to have to get something else to drive fast. I read an article in Sport Compact Car (a car enthusiast mag) that really made me think - it was about how fast a car is when you just reduce the weight of it by obscene amounts and keep the stock engine. Made me think of what my Volvo 240 (a tank) would be like if it was like 500lbs lighter :)

Gah, I need two things right now - a fast car and to get laid. Neither is likely to happen any time soon. Shit.

I apologize to any women who read this, and think that I sound like a creep - I'm really not. Well, at least not much of one- I'm just not censoring what I write. Again, my apologies.


And now, time for bed. 'Night all!

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Hooray!

I have a summer job!! Finally! I'm very glad. On Tuesday, I went and helped mow a lawn, and the lady whose house it was like what I did, and said that she wanted to hire me for general maintainence around the house. So, I'm going to be doing a lot of weeding gardens, trimming trees, moving rocks and such this summer. Hopefully I'll be able to make some money, finish restoring my buggy, and have some money left over for school (maybe one of the three, lol). The lady seems pretty cool, although a little out there (she's a painter). It should be an interesting summer, at the least.

This past weekend I partook in the Pirates Festival at the museum where I worked last year. Hordes of small, screaming children, and temperatures of 90+ degrees? Recipe for a good time. The evenings after hours were the best though. The reenactors hung around (spending the night, as usual), and got rather giddy. Saturday though, one of the guy's girlfriends got a little too enthusiastic, and ended up with alcohol poisoning. When the ambulance showed up, we found out she was only 20. Well, shit! That wasn't fun. However, we did everything we could, and luckily the police officer who responded was a close friend and fellow reenactor, so all of the legal stuff was taken care of for us. But still. Why do people feel the need to take alcohol to that level? Throwing up isn't fun, convulsing isn't fun, and involvement with the police certainly isn't fun. Jeez. This is yet another reason why I don't drink.

There were a bunch of fun things leading up to that though - I got complimented on my driving skills (taking two of the girls into town for more booze), I got groped, and the mom of two defended herself being called 'kinky' by saying "It's not kinky - it's adventurous!" I love the reenactors I hang out with :)

A final note - I hate the fact that you can't use anything resembling HTML code in the titles of these blogs. So annoying!!!!


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*insert witty title here*

Well it's been an interesting past few days. We'll start with Friday - I did end up going to my friend's "camp out." It ended up being in her house because it has been raining constantly and was raining that night as well. However, I wasn't able to stay the night, because my sister was graduating high school on Saturday, and I was playing in the graduation band (playing "Pomp and Circumstance" for the gajillionth time). So I drove the two hours to her house, met her friends, saw my roomie again, hung out for a while, and drove the two hours home. I'm glad it was a fun drive, because I drove for about the same amount of time I got to hang out.

Saturday was graduation, which was rainy and kind of boring. I'm glad I was in the band though. After that, one of my friends who had just gotten back from college came over, and we worked on the buggy for a bit (almost got the engine out!!). That was fun. Later that night, my sister called and said that some of her friends had gotten into a serious car wreck and she was coming home. The kid who was driving died, and the other two were in the hospital. Later that night they were released. What a way to celebrate graduation. Apparently one of my sister's close friends was right behind them when they went off the road, and was the one who called 9-1-1. Not a good night.

Sunday, I went to the museum that I worked at last year, and helped out. One of the manufacturing plants in the town near it was having a company party thing at the club nearby, and all of the employees got free passes to the museum. There were a lot of people through. It was a pretty fun day. Some of the guys from my reenacting unit were there, and it was cool to see them again.

Today I called Financial Aid to see what the story was with my grades and scholarship. They said that I didn't have to worry - I was going to get a letter in the mail saying I had one academic year to bring my grades up. That took some weight off of my chest. I then went and dropped off an application at a local brewery to see if I could get a job there. We'll see were that goes.

I think my mom is pissed at me right now. I haven't really been doing anything around the house, I have no job as of yet, and I'm using her money for all of the stuff I need. I don't know what to do about it though. I've been feeling really out of it and kind of depressed recently. Playing music (I went to Town Band rehersal last week as well) certainly helped, but I really don't feel like doing anything. I just don't know. I think a job might help as well - having my own money will certainly make a difference.


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Veg

All I have been doing since I got home is vegging. Doing absolutely nothing, all day long. It sucks! It's boring! I feel bad about doing it! And yet still, every morning, without fail, I get up and do absolutely nothing all day. God dammit!! I truly need a summer job, which could possibly end up being a full time job (more on that in a sec), and my mom is getting mad at me for not doing anything around the house. The worst part is that I actually feel really sorry, and extremely guilty, for not doing anything. I don't know what to do though! How do I get out of this track?

So on the full time job thing, my grades came in (a while ago actually) and I showed them to my mom today. Displeased is a good word for her mood after that. It's not like I'm getting horrible grades (B+, B, C), but I didn't quite make the cumulative GPA needed to keep my scholarship. I have a 2.797, and I need a 3.000. I'm real bummed about that. I really like school (mostly the people, which might be part of the problem), and I really want to stay there. I'm going to have to talk to the financial aid office and see what the take is. If I go back next semester, no matter how I manage to get there (begging and pleading or just ushered in without a problem), I'm going to work my ass off. I've already signed a portion of my life away to the track team, and I think the rest of it is getting signed over to schoolwork. That's going to royally suck, but it'll let me stay there. I figure if I can maintain a 3.33 (only half evil :) then I should be good for the rest of school. However, to get a 3.33 cumulative, I'm gonna have to get like a 3.8 next semester. That's going to be rough. Why do I always manage to put myself in these situations?

To further complicate things, I've decided to not go to the Dave concert. My roomie know's someone who is willing to buy the ticket, and I'm going to see if I can get more than I paid for it. Also, my roomie's girlfriend is holding a campout on Friday. I really want to go, especially since I'm not going to Dave, but I don't know if my parents are going to a) let me go and b) let me borrow a car to get there. Especially since I haven't been all to successful on even searching for a job. Crap. I guess I'll have to get out the "acting/persuading" part of my personality, and see what I can. Hopefully I'll be able to go!

That's about all that's happened in my life. I'm working out with my high school track coach two days a week, and hopefully getting in decent shape for next track season.

Why does life have to be complicated?


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