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04-04-04

~Know that fate is what we make of it~

Remember kids, 4 is the lucky number of the day. And do you know why? It's the forth day of the forth month of 2004. Oh, and this is the forth time I've tried to update the damn journal. The 23rd, 28th and 1st attempts were rather bland and unfinished. Mostly complaining about how horrible work has been. I can't seem to get out of this slump. But, I have much to blab about now. We'll start with my latest automobile adventures.

~I wanna stay inside for good.~

Okay, some background really quick here. I've been driving legally since January of 1998. So officially I've been driving for somewheres around 7 years right? In those seven years I've had 7 cars and I've been involved in 9 fender benders. The first, I wasn't driving. I've hit 2 of my friends cars and paid for the damage. Destroyed my first car, rear ended some girl after a hardcore show, hit by my neighbor, backed into some guy because I freaked out when a semi turned the corner and almost ran my ass over, etc. My latest vehicle that I've lovingly dubbed Neon Hellbeast and owned for close to 3 years now should have been called the luck machine. Up until March 29th that is...when once again, while backing out of my driveway, my favorite hillbilly dogbeating neighbor across the street backed out of his driveway 2 seconds after I did and smashed into my drivers side. The same EXACT thing happened before. It's a curse. I have to have an accident in EVERY car that I drive on a regular basis. The emotions that fly through my head in the state of panic- As I looked down at the shifter to switch into drive, I'm calm. Just a casual trip to the tanning salon. I look up to see the tail gate of his rusty old F150 coming at my face. Do I beep the horn? NO! I scream. Like a little girl. Here comes his tail gate, bouncing with the movement of his old ass shocks, right at my head. Decapitation? Ya buddy! It was a good thing this wasn't a highspeed accident. Didn't exceed over 2 or 3 mph. But the weak fiberglass drivers side doors of the Hellbeast couldn't take it. Large dents and scratches on both including a 4 inch rust covered scratch on the back window. He pulled back into his driveway. I threw her in park and jumped out of the car shaking a bit and laughing with frustration. That was that. I came in the house and jumped up and down in my fit of rage! I'm scheduled for an appointment with his insurance company on Tuesday. They need to take pictures and check out the damage because there's a "possibility" it's not his fault. !!!! Kiss my ass. He's paying for it and that's that. He'll also be paying for a rental for as long as she's in the shop dammit. I just got my car back after being out of remission for the entire month of December. I refuse to be without a car again. There will be no bumming rides or jacking the minivan. F that. Ok, I'm a little bitter.

~Everyone of us has zee deveel inside.~

Other than that, everything is on the up and up. Work is slowly getting better. Kelli will be back soon and the stress will be divided by 4 instead of 3. SEE! 4 is the luckiest number! Okay. Whew...calm down. Looks like I'll be out of my parents house sooner than I thought. I've got a roommate situation brewing. Long story short- I was planning on moving out on my own. Finding the $$ situation to be less than livable. Ryan and Pat had plans of their own cooking. Ryan = my boyfriend. Pat = TJ's old flatmate. Besides the ugly situation that occured between the TJ and Pat, Ryan was pretty confident about it so...they were talking about a third person moving in with them, Ryan suggested me, knowing my financial situation didn't provide the means of paying 100% of the bills. Pat was hesitant at first. Understandably so. Like I said. Ugly situation with TJ. Ugly = Pat's X attacked TJ causing all sorts of drama and forcing Pat to move out. They no longer speak to each other which is really fucked up...ya. Anyhow, I can see why Patty was weird about the 3 of us living together at first. But, he gave Ry the go ahead the other day and Friday night at the bar, he was talking all kinds of crazy drunkeness. Since Ryan just started his new job and can't really afford it at this moment, Pat and I are going to pitch in the extra for the first month or so. Fine with me. Ryan and I talked about it a bit last night and we think it'll be a good time. The three of us are pretty similar people. We all smoke. We're all ready to get the hell out of our parents houses again. We've all agreed not to have a "party house" and we're all the type who would do anything to help out a friend. We pretty much came to the conclusion that we'll be our own support group. So now all we have to do is find a place. I hope Pat likes puppies.

~You should be careful what you wish for.~

Let's see...some other randomness to add. Bar hopping on Friday. Ryan almost got into a fight with some old drunken asshole and Paddy Mac's. Ridiculous! We went to Bdubs for a bit and then Pat thought it would be a good idea to hit up Genti's. Ugh. I was a little panicky about that one. Considering the fact that Gregorio goes there. Didn't want to run into him or Besshoe. But it's always the same. We run into the McVicker boys instead. They ran the pool table and I hung out with Brian. We were about to leave...the boys hit up the bathroom. I noticed a lot earlier in the evening, this guy from my middle school days in the ghetto. I thought it was the 5th grade but remembered it was the year before I moved to Bath so it was my 7th grade boyfriend. Hanging out by himself at the bar right next to me. He looked at me several times and I figured he recognized me but thought nothing of it. He stood there all alone for a sorry amount of time. His friend walked up to him a few times but he didn't follow him back to the other side of the bar. Finally, when the guys went to the bathroom, he walked up to me and said, "hey, your name is Laurie right?" I said no. It's Laura. He goes, "oh ya." and called me by my dad's last name which I haven't gone by since I moved. So I corrected him again. And he says, "you probably don't remember me do you?" So I said, "ya. Travis." He laughed and walked away. It's weird when you run into people like that. What do you say? "Ya Travis. I remember when you walked me home from middle school. I remember when you were too chicken to kiss me. I remember when I moved to Bath and you stopped talking to me. Those were the days weren't they?" I also ran into this guy who used to ride my bus. David. That wasn't AS weird. He told me he's living right in the heart of the ghetto now. Over on 4th street. He was always pretty cool. Shasta and I would go over to his grandma's house sometimes (I was in the 8th grade then) and watch him and some other hoodlems from the neighborhood drink. I underestimate the small town mentality of this place sometimes. I forget that I live in a decent size city with a population I would guesstimate to be somewheres around 45,000 peoples. But for some reason unknown, everyone knows everyone. It never fails. I always run into someone from my past or now...one of my customers which is always awkward as hell. Last weekend it was Danny. That's always a hoot. Apparently he's now a member of The Spoon Crew. Another good story. Jeff mentioned it a few times when we were hanging out. I never took him seriously but he and his brother and some of their friends started this official/unofficial group called The Spoon Crew. I guess it has something to do with the fact that they've accepted their softer side and now admit to enjoying the spoon. (If you don't know what that is, I feel sorry for you) It's turned into this inside joke between all of them. Kind of like a gang. They initiate each other. You have to be "spooned" in. They all have personalized engraved lighters. I was informed that they're creating new versions of the spoon and Scotty's working on something called the "emaculate spoon". He's trying to figure out a way to get a girl pregnant strictly by spooning. Ya. They're a silly bunch. Danny asked if I'd been spooned in. Unfortunately no. If I remember correctly, I missed my chance because I figured out the game that Jeff was running and decided to go to Toledo the night that he called me and said he wanted me to come over so we could spoon. Damn it's too bad. I didn't think the invitation to join was extended to ladies in the first place. I don't know. Maybe someday I'll have the chance to be the first lady of The Spoon Crew. Anyhow...more randomness. Let's see...I was sorting through my filing box the other day and found several reciepts and credit card bills with Tim's account numbers all over them. I was attempting to cover all bases here. Honestly. Wondering if someday Tim's numbers could be stolen and cards charged up...that could easily be blamed on me. So I messaged him on AOL telling him I had these things and asking if he wanted me to send them to him or burn them or just throw the fuckers away. He never responded. I don't know what happened. We were cool for a long time there. Talked quite frequently over the phone. I thought the beef was overwith and we could just be okay with it all. But all of a sudden, he doesn't want to speak to me anymore. That's fine with me. But like I said before, he doesn't have the balls to come out and say it. The last time I talked to him, he lied and said he was headed out the door. Too busy for a short conversation. I come home not 5 minutes later, turn on my computer and he's on AOL. Signs of immediately. Ooooh you got caught AGAIN! So yes. I've given up trying to talk to him. I just wanted my stuff back. But I'm thinking he probably threw it out or something. So why can't he just tell me he got rid of it and stop being an asshole? I don't know. Some people just know how to piss me off. Be honest! Tell me the truth. Okay, so I'll be upset about it for a day or so. I'll get over it. So there's a possibility he burned the books, smashed the remotes, and pawned the ring. Yes. I'd be pretty fuckin' pissed but at least I'd know what happened to it rather than mulling over wanting my shit back because I still have no idea whether or not he still has it in his posession. There's just no need for bitterness at this point. It's officially been a year since I moved back home. I'm over it. I went through the stages of break up. I drowned my sorrows in the bottom of a bottle. Did the, "I still think I'm in love with you and I want to move back and make the same mistakes again" thing. I dated a bunch of different guys including an animal rights/vegan/punk rocker from MI, 2 friends, a player, some random, and a 31 year old ghetto Mexican with 2 babies, 2 babies mamas, and a record. I went through the independent single chick phase. Now I'm done with all of that and happily spoken for. In fact, Ryan and I are extremely good. We're a well rounded couple. There isn't one thing about him that I don't like. It's mutual. We haven't had one disagreement. It's casual. I can't even explain how well we work together. So there's no reason (there never was) for me to ever go back to that point in my life where I was so unstable. I'm happy now. With or without my belongings I abandoned on the East Coast. Anyways, I'm out. But I'm going to leave a link at the bottom for Ryan's new site. He was bored while I was showering. This is what happens when the boy has time to kill.

~The look on your face was priceless.~

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