(Sunday)Today was spent running around and getting screamed at. My grandfather's coming on Wednesday, and my parents are freaking out because the house is a complete shithole. I don't want him to visit.
I brought Aaron and Dirk to Classic Axe today, so Aaron could look at a guitar. We also went to the store, so I could buy face stuff and hamster food. Blitzkreig finally ran out, even though I only feed her sporadically.
Dirk's parents were gone all day today, until about 9:30. We made sure to take advantage of the fact. When they came home, we were lying on the couch, watchin the X-Files. Dirk's mother actually seemed concerned about my accident. She didn't seem to mind that I was lying in Dirk's lap when she came in.
Dirk and I went to 7-11, bought a camera. We're going to take pictures of the car tomorrow, since I'm taking the day off.
(Monday) $3,800.00 worth of damage. Fuck that. The fucking car was only worth 14,000 new. We spent an hour in the shop, waiting for the estimate. Meanwhile, this guy kept trying to talk to me. Even my best frosty voice and one-syllable answers weren't sufficient to drive him off.
Roachboy's mad at me. I care. He's probably mad because he's been reading this diary again. Stupid motherfucker.
Dirk spent the whole morning with me. He was supposed to be with me all day, but I hadn't figured the car accident into my plans when I made them. So, my father came home at about one, and we went to the dealership together to get the estimate. It may take up to 4 weeks to get it fixed, because of the GM strike. I have to pay a $200.00 deductible to get it out of the shop. Not too bad.
We took pictures of the damage done to the car....should be ready by Wednesday night. I'm going to scan them so I can put them on the site.
Dirk didn't come over until about 9:00 in the evening. Honestly, that boy really irritates me sometimes. He expected me, of all people, to call him and wake him up at 6:00. Don't ever ask me to remember shit like that. I fell down the stairs 10 times as a child, so I'm lucky if I remember my own birthday. He yelled at me for a while, then got calmed down and came over. I don't like the way he expresses his anger, and I told him so. He's treading a thin line.
(Tuesday) I hated work today. Fucking hated it all over the place.
Good news, though! Dirk and I went out with Katie and Chris. We got the new Rancid album. I love it, even though it's a departure from their usual style.
I've set up a link page. Sketchy is a kind way of describing it.
I've gotten so far behind on entries because my computer's been running really slowly today. I felt really stupid when I called the computer help desk and the guy came up just to tell me to push the "Turbo" button on my computer.
Roachboy's been bitching at me all day. I don't think he'll be working with us anymore. I was right. He was mad about the diary again. I told him not to look at it anymore. He can't handle it, that's his problem.
And I talked to C-- tonight, but not for long. For once, I was the one who told him I had to go. We'll see what happens, if he e-mails me as I requested. He was gratifyingly worried about me when I told him about the accident.