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| This shall be my last post on Xanga, and I shall no longer be checking
mine or others. I think I've used Xanga in a way it was not meant to be
used, and also maybe betrayed a friend's trust, so I'm over Xanga. Meh,
'twas fun while it lasted.
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| Sigh... snowed in.
Doing essays.
Sorry for my fucking mouth.
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| OK, so......
You have three people, one truck, one car, and one van. How do the
cards fall? My father recives my truck because he needs it for work. I
recive my mom's car because I need it for work, life, etc. And Myra
gets her van, if she can get it running. So I, again, have no CD player
in my vehicle. Fuck. Ok, well, I'll live. Hannah, if you need to talk
to me about anything, that would be grand. Also, if you could give me a
ride to work tomorrow, that would also be grand.
Merci.
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| This entry is to be entitled: Pardon My Language, but Fuck Cars, Fuck Ice, Fuck Slush, and Fuck Driving.
Ok, yesterday morning I got in a little accident. It sucked. Majorly. I
was going to fast arround a slushy corner with no four wheel drive in,
and flew off the road, bounced into the air when i hit the ground,
bounced a bit more, was jostled, barely missed a telephone pole, but
managed not to flip and not to stall. Yeah me. Anyway, that shook me up
so much that I decided to say "Fuck the ACTs" because I was shaking to
hard to think or fill in an oval.
Fastforward. Today. I'm playing Halflife 2. My dad's cell phone rings.
Fuck, I think, he forgot it. So I run to grab it. It is one of his
friends. Eric. He says, "Did you get in an accident?" For some reason I
think he sounds like Andy, my father, and I say something like "Yeah,
last night." Then I realize it is Eric. And I tell him I am on the
phone, not my father. He says, "Well I think your dad just got in a
wreck." "Fuck," says I, "I'm going there right now. Thanks." I run
upstairs, disconnect from the internet (because you must be on to play
HL2, as annoying as that is for those of us living in the nineties and
still have dialup), then run out. I managed to get from my house to the
bottom of the hill where the accident was in six minutes, quite the
feat. I arrive to see two cop-cars, a tow truck and a rather wrecked
version of my father's car. Andy is in the passenger seat of one of the
cop-cars. Fuck, methinks. I pull over and walk over, wait a while, then
when Andy finally gets out he comes over to my truck. He tells me that
it was the other guys fault (oh yeah, his tiny Toyota was pretty well
fucked up) but that he has niether insurance nor a licence, so that
helps no one. Anyway, Andy took his cell phone with him to go to the
body shop in the tow-truck. So, he's ok, nothing broken or bruised.
Thank god for seatbelts and airbags. Anyway, I don't know what's up. He
won't have a car for a while, most definitely, and he might have to pay
for his own truck to be fixed regardless of it being the other guys
fault. So, I shall keep this updated.
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| Heh heh, finally my site is costomized, no longer the sterile white.
Gots ta love it! I had a fun weekend, maybe managed to turn as many as
four people onto Firefox (http://www.Mozilla.org)
up in Anchorage, where I was the whole time. This weekend was
productive in other ways too, which rocks. Hmm... one last peice of
advice, http://www.blackviper.com has some really cool things for making Windows run at optimum perfomance.
Good Luck all,
Adrian
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