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Mar. 30th, 2004 02:51 pmWell, Mom is at it again, pushing me into a job I particularly don't want. Today, since Johnny is looking for some fill-in help at the Town Club, Mom was all, "Let's go apply for that position!" Well, good for her. If she wants a job, she can go ahead and apply for it herself. I've already got Blockbuster, and I have that interview at St. Anthony's on Thursday, and I have Bucklely Homestead to think about as well. Mom is kind of making me put more on my plate than I can handle, and she's going to make me crack.
Uncle Troy came over last night to look at my gas tank. He's pinpointed the problem. It's with the fuel pump. The bracket has gotten corroded, and we need a replacement bracket. So we go to CarQuest in town for that part specifically. Then Troy phones up and tells us we need the whole fuel pump instead. So we had to make a trip to Crown Point for that. And I'm getting even more frustrated with Mom over this. She's the one who's making me get on the phone and call around to all of these places to ask if they have the product in, and then when we go get it, it's not what we need. She tells me this shit to ask, and I think she is getting it all messed up, and we're having to make the run-around just to fix my gas tank. I would like to get this fixed by Thursday so I can go to my job interview and so I can get to Blockbuster to work. And to top it all off, Mom always calls Grandma Julie up with the latest update on where we went and what we did. Like right now, after Troy just left consulting us about the part we need that we didn't get (way to go, Mom), she picks up the phone to call up Grandma on the hotline, and discovers, "Oh, Holly's online" and gives me a Look. Big deal. Maybe I should invest in a cell phone for her, because her calling Grandma Julie up ever fifteen minutes is just as annoying.
I'm still having plenty of fun with DirecTV. For as much as I slam MTV, I'm glad I get to watch music videos now. (Believe it or not, you have to know when to watch them, like late at night or in the morning.) And VH1 is good for music stuff, too. *ha ha* I'm getting back into the swing of things. I'm surrounded by pop culture stuff now. I'm going into overload. I kind of feel like I have a better grasp on things now.
At the moment, I am clearing out my bulk folder on my email account and sending emails to take me off of certain mailing lists that are clogging up my inbox and bulk box with spam. I hate spam with a passion.
I got pretty pissed off at Hunter a few nights ago. I had one of those dish chairs, kind of like those butterfly chairs but more dish-shaped in my room, and Hunter always feels the need to drop his 230-lb. ass in it to watch TV. A while back, I told him to take it easy on it and to fold it back up when he wasn't using it. I come home from Rocky Sunday and wake up the next morning to discover that it is ruined. First of all, one of the legs that you fold up is out of joint. So I try pushing it back into place and it isn't going back, and no wonder--one of the metal legs is bent out of shape. I got pissed! His fat ass ruined my chair! I think he should pay me back the $35 I paid for it, to be honest.
And speaking of weight loss, I've lost some! I think I've lost ten pounds or something like that. I'm at the point where I can just pull on my blue jeans and not have to worry about unbuttoning them or unzipping them them to get them on. *wooo!* I looooove my ass!!
Uncle Troy came over last night to look at my gas tank. He's pinpointed the problem. It's with the fuel pump. The bracket has gotten corroded, and we need a replacement bracket. So we go to CarQuest in town for that part specifically. Then Troy phones up and tells us we need the whole fuel pump instead. So we had to make a trip to Crown Point for that. And I'm getting even more frustrated with Mom over this. She's the one who's making me get on the phone and call around to all of these places to ask if they have the product in, and then when we go get it, it's not what we need. She tells me this shit to ask, and I think she is getting it all messed up, and we're having to make the run-around just to fix my gas tank. I would like to get this fixed by Thursday so I can go to my job interview and so I can get to Blockbuster to work. And to top it all off, Mom always calls Grandma Julie up with the latest update on where we went and what we did. Like right now, after Troy just left consulting us about the part we need that we didn't get (way to go, Mom), she picks up the phone to call up Grandma on the hotline, and discovers, "Oh, Holly's online" and gives me a Look. Big deal. Maybe I should invest in a cell phone for her, because her calling Grandma Julie up ever fifteen minutes is just as annoying.
I'm still having plenty of fun with DirecTV. For as much as I slam MTV, I'm glad I get to watch music videos now. (Believe it or not, you have to know when to watch them, like late at night or in the morning.) And VH1 is good for music stuff, too. *ha ha* I'm getting back into the swing of things. I'm surrounded by pop culture stuff now. I'm going into overload. I kind of feel like I have a better grasp on things now.
At the moment, I am clearing out my bulk folder on my email account and sending emails to take me off of certain mailing lists that are clogging up my inbox and bulk box with spam. I hate spam with a passion.
I got pretty pissed off at Hunter a few nights ago. I had one of those dish chairs, kind of like those butterfly chairs but more dish-shaped in my room, and Hunter always feels the need to drop his 230-lb. ass in it to watch TV. A while back, I told him to take it easy on it and to fold it back up when he wasn't using it. I come home from Rocky Sunday and wake up the next morning to discover that it is ruined. First of all, one of the legs that you fold up is out of joint. So I try pushing it back into place and it isn't going back, and no wonder--one of the metal legs is bent out of shape. I got pissed! His fat ass ruined my chair! I think he should pay me back the $35 I paid for it, to be honest.
And speaking of weight loss, I've lost some! I think I've lost ten pounds or something like that. I'm at the point where I can just pull on my blue jeans and not have to worry about unbuttoning them or unzipping them them to get them on. *wooo!* I looooove my ass!!
