*sigh*
Why is it that every time I finally find some time to blog, it's a huge ol' long amount of stuff I want to talk about? I will try to keep it as short as possible, but I warn you, those with short attention spans will most likely want to just read the Cliff's Notes about the rant part at the bottom.Ok, first off, part of the reason I have time for this in the first place is because I no longer have to wait half an hour for the site to load up! Dad's all giddy about his new fangled cell phone technology that he's pepped about everything else as well, including this brand-spankin' new highspeed internet connection. *Hallelujah Chorus begins to sound*
Secondly, the aforementioned cell phone. All four of us on our family plan renewed our contracts with Verizon and bought new phones, which also prompts an occasion for the Hallelujah Chorus, especially if you've heard me gripe about my old LG VX3200. Along with my new red LG Chocolate phone, I got a special music-oriented kit and a 4-gig mini memory card for it, so it's a camera, MP3 player, and phone all in one! I also can text to my heart's content, to anyone on any network. It's like a dream come true. ^_^
And now for the rant. Skip ahead to the next paragraph for the shortened version. Ok, so I stayed home from work today due to flu symptoms and a desire to NOT throw up on everyone if I could avoid it. So I already wasn't having the best of days. Fortunately, I've had Friday night at Famoso raceway to look forward to for a couple weeks now, so I was glad at least that I'm sick today and not Friday. Now, some of you may know that I *sorta* have a car now, a '93 Saturn SL. I say *sorta* because *technically*, it belongs to my parents, as they pay the insurance and bought the car initially. But they bought it basically for me, so that I have a way to and from school until I graduate (hopefully) in a couple years. However, my brother, Jordan, has been the one driving it around about 99 times in 100, as it is the best way to get everyone to work and save the most gas. Therefore, he's been paying to keep the gas tank full 99 times in 100 as well, and also pays the bills for scheduled, and not-so-scheduled maintenance. I've used it a few times since we got it, but not without him trying to take a lung and a firstborn child every single time. (Yes, I exaggerate, but not much.) Well basically, Friday is to be one of the few times I use my own car. My other two brothers don't need a ride anywhere before Mom gets off work, and Jordan has Fridays off for the next couple of months, so we had it all worked out that I could have the car. So, needless to say I was just a *bit* surprised when Jordan calls me on his way to work as says "oh by the way, you can't have the car on Friday after all..." which is where everything went downhill. He was getting obnoxious and I was already mad because he was just being a big fat douche like always, so I hung up and talked to my dad. Jordan got all immature about being hung up on, so he calls the house line and leaves messages (lying, by the way, about how he'd talked to my dad while I was still on the phone with him myself), and sends a couple texts over the next few hours to all three of us (me, Mom, and Dad), basically saying that they always take my side and as far as he's concerned the car is his because he pays for it and that shows that he's the only one who really "cares" about the car and blah blah blah, trying to get me to respond so he can feed his already overlarge ego. I didn't bite, and now the *true* owners of the car are just a bit pissed that he has the nerve to call it *his* car. So basically, that all worked itself out with little effort on my part, but it still pisses me off towards my little brother. First of all, I can't seem to recall the last time he ever washed the car, inside or out, or even threw out his own freakin' garbage that piles up from the junk food he's supposed to be avoiding in order to lose enough weight to go on a mission for our church, or cleaned up the mess from said garbage. THAT shows how much *I* care about the car, and you can be damn sure that if he didn't have it at work every evening, I'd spend a heck of a lot MORE time cleaning that car's engine bay, and the carpets that are now ruined by the bits of milkshake and soda that he just chucks into the floor of the passenger's side when he's through with them. He has yet to replace or have fixed the driver's seat that HE broke by being so huge and pushing on it so hard, or the panels that have broken loose by him not being careful getting in and out. So WHO really cares about the car? Yeah.
Shortened version: little brother thinks the car that our parents bought for me to get back and forth to school is his because he pays for everything he rightly should pay for, being that he drives it most often at the moment, but doesn't pay for the things that he's actually messed up. It nearly screwed up my ability to go to Famoso raceway on Friday, but luckily my parents are enforcing things on the right side, not the fraudulent one.
Oh and then there's the douche(s) who decided it would be a great idea to hack my ebay and paypal accounts, sending spam emails to people through my account and running up a couple of expensive charges they thought would go unnoticed in my bank account. Awesome.
This was just NOT my day. -_-
posted by Erin Duncan @ 11:36 PM
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