I guess this is part 2 of my wonderful day (not going to justify it with italics or quotations). My dad gets back, I tell him about the flat. He gets mad that I drove on flat saying I'll probably ruin the axle. We go out to change the spare.
As we were changing the spare, the shitty jack made it almost impossible to raise the car, but we did, eventually. During that process, as my dad had it about yay high, the strong winds blew the car and all our efforts went in vain. Asking my mom to call my cousin (the useless one) to see if he had an extra jack; since he's in to cars he might have a better one than the stock. During the process we finished changing the tire before he even got to us. So, he stood around and watch. A couple minutes later, a couple of undercover cops comes up behind him, and asking him question. I was a bit startled at first cause I didn't see their vest at first. Then I knew what the gig was.
Back Story [Start]
A couple years back he was caught with possession of ecstasy pills.
Back Story [End]
I guess, they still keep tabs on you after an altercation like that. In the back of my mind, I was hoping he didn't had anything on him; not that I really care what he does, but I wasn't planning on going down to the police station tonight either, so he better not have anything on him; fortunately he didn't.
The scene in which they arrived at wasn't the best scene to look at either. A group of Asians outside (My dad, my brother, my neighbor, and me) changing a tire, could have easily been seen as a big misunderstanding. Luckily, they didn't give us too much sass, but they were some arrogant cops. Given this whole week of, "I hate the police" talk I had with a couple friends this week. I'm starting to feel the same.
Also, on a minor note, I found a dent on the frame on top of the left tire; pissed about that too. Never ever getting a new car, too much worries about dents and scratches.
All I know is things are only going to get worse before it gets better All I have to say is I'm probably going to be in the red zone before, I go back to green.
-David M.
Showing posts with label Bad Days. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bad Days. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Fuck March, Fuck My Life
When given lemons, you make lemonade. What do you do with shit? Nothing! Is bad enough to have my grandfather in a nursing home. I have to drive the family back forth every day. No point in my cousin coming back from China, cause he's occasionally available. He's either out shopping or hanging out, given that he doesn't have a job and the only other person that can drive he's not manning up for it. Though this has been an ongoing issue is besides the point.
March has started off pretty shitty, not gonna talk about why, but I haven't had a good day in March since. Deadlines, school on the weekend, staying late for more than 3 consecutive days, even though I should be home by 6, so, I can drive them to and fro cause my cousin is no where to be found, the need to study for my history of design midterm that I have yet to start yet; test on Friday. The only nice thing I have to say is the weather hasn't been half bad. Just my luck, I get a flat going over a fucking pothole for what cause I have to pick up my family. I don't see any urgency to see my grandfather everyday, I have work to get done, I have my own life to get on with. I don't know about them, but I need to spend my hours being productive. As soon as I arrive at the nursing home, I get a call from my aunt telling me my grandfather has a fever and I should come up, my response, I have a fucking flat, you come down, I don't have time for this. Yes, I knew what I said was irresponsible, immature, but what else is there to say? The nurses will know he has a fever, they'll deal with it, is not like I can go up there and make things better. If I can make things better, I would have a long time ago. I'm no super man, I don't know if the way I've been acting could even be deemed as being "man". I'm sick of this, I'm sick of a lot shit lately. I'm going back to being temperamental, I'm not looking forward to this dive I'm going to take, but I'm probably going there.
-David M.
March has started off pretty shitty, not gonna talk about why, but I haven't had a good day in March since. Deadlines, school on the weekend, staying late for more than 3 consecutive days, even though I should be home by 6, so, I can drive them to and fro cause my cousin is no where to be found, the need to study for my history of design midterm that I have yet to start yet; test on Friday. The only nice thing I have to say is the weather hasn't been half bad. Just my luck, I get a flat going over a fucking pothole for what cause I have to pick up my family. I don't see any urgency to see my grandfather everyday, I have work to get done, I have my own life to get on with. I don't know about them, but I need to spend my hours being productive. As soon as I arrive at the nursing home, I get a call from my aunt telling me my grandfather has a fever and I should come up, my response, I have a fucking flat, you come down, I don't have time for this. Yes, I knew what I said was irresponsible, immature, but what else is there to say? The nurses will know he has a fever, they'll deal with it, is not like I can go up there and make things better. If I can make things better, I would have a long time ago. I'm no super man, I don't know if the way I've been acting could even be deemed as being "man". I'm sick of this, I'm sick of a lot shit lately. I'm going back to being temperamental, I'm not looking forward to this dive I'm going to take, but I'm probably going there.
-David M.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Sometimes I Wish I Was the Only One in my Life
Murphy's law state that, "When things can go wrong, it will go wrong."
I followed the saying religiously that I always have a plan B, plan C, plan D. There is nothing that I never leave unaccounted. However, sometimes things just happen, and there really isn't anything you can do about it; even if it is the dumbest shit. Though, is the dumbest shit that will get you angry over a failed plan; maybe I was just looking for a reason to explode.
However, there is no reason to justify my actions without narrating a story I guess. If you read earlier, my grandfather was in the hospital during Christmas; though it was nothing serious. Today, I was suppose to get his results from his stay in the hospitals, because hospitals like assigning people, doctors that will go on vacation the next week and make you wait 2 weeks later for the results. I scheduled an appointment at 4, however I just found out I scheduled the wrong type of appointment even though I specified I was setting an appointment for the results of his hospital stay; though this the reason I'm writing this up.
As soon as he got out the day after Christmas, so many concerns were being asked about results, even though I told them I won't know anything till the 13th; I hoped they kept this all in mind. Which leads us to today. Though, I was running really late today, though to the miscalculation of my class not ending early on the first session (a grave mistake on my part). I rush home, as fast as I could on the cta, and speed walking a slushy snow thinking the worse I could be is half an hour late, and I'm sure they're use to that. I quickly make it to my door dropped off my bag, and headed directly to the car. Funny thing was, the car WASN'T THERE!; no it was not jacked. I call my dad to see where the car was, and he said he gave the keys to my brother, saying he needs it for work; he works at fucking Joyee's in Chinatown and is less than a 20 minute walk. So, I called my brother and he doesn't answer his phone. I call my grandma telling her I can't take my grandfather for his results, and all she does was ask, what was I going to do? To answer the question, what could I do? I don't have a car to transport my grandfather anywhere there is no point. There is no point in going. My mom comes home only to see me chucking my phone into the snow; I don't know I just felt like it. Asking what was I doing..(insert explanation). As she picked up the phone, my brother calls, and I asked him why he needed the car today, and he said he needed to make a deposit, and then drive to work and all I can say was, "I'm sorry" I've heard so many apologies in my life to know which are sincere and which are not. Even, though I mentioned the 13th so many times, I guess nobody remembered actually.
Besides, there was no reason for my brother to go the bank. He went like 3 times this fucking week. If you don't have money, then save your pay. If you have money why not fucking get a time where you can put the most ample amount in just so you can put in all at once. The point is he doesn't give a shit about anyone, but himself. When he doesn't need anything from my parents he'll yell and lash out, but when he needs the keys or money, he'll act like an obedient dog. Though, he tried to make things write by getting out of work and driving my grandpa there, he still didn't get shit done. Only to have it pushed back to the 15th.
This is why sometimes I think I should just think about myself for once, there's too many people in my life to actually care anymore. I find it difficult to be actually care about a lot of things at this moment, and I'm really losing motivation to even do anything at this point; it's only the second day of school. I feel like this semester is going to be a downward spiral for me, and the only thing I can do is just bear it. Like everything else in my life. Looking back, too many people depend on me, and I really have no one in the end to depend on. In the end, the David people normally see, I think is just a facade because I write some really negative thoughts on here, and I'm usually seen as a more positive person. Though, I told many people this, though I might put on many mask, I only have one heart. I guess the literal suggestion I'm trying to get to is, though I might act differently towards certain people, I never do it in spite. I do it for their own well being; if that make sense at all.
Though, in the end there is too many people in my life I can't just set aside. Even family, as annoying, ignorant, and whatever responsibility that comes with it. It only makes me seem immature using them as an excuse for my life as well.
There is too much things I have to do for other people at the moment. I still haven't had time to buy my materials yet. Hell, tomorrow is going to snow like shit, and I need shit by Thursday. The world can just fuck me over for all I care at the moment.
I don't know if any of this jibberish makes sense...but I have other stuff to do.
-David M.
I followed the saying religiously that I always have a plan B, plan C, plan D. There is nothing that I never leave unaccounted. However, sometimes things just happen, and there really isn't anything you can do about it; even if it is the dumbest shit. Though, is the dumbest shit that will get you angry over a failed plan; maybe I was just looking for a reason to explode.
However, there is no reason to justify my actions without narrating a story I guess. If you read earlier, my grandfather was in the hospital during Christmas; though it was nothing serious. Today, I was suppose to get his results from his stay in the hospitals, because hospitals like assigning people, doctors that will go on vacation the next week and make you wait 2 weeks later for the results. I scheduled an appointment at 4, however I just found out I scheduled the wrong type of appointment even though I specified I was setting an appointment for the results of his hospital stay; though this the reason I'm writing this up.
As soon as he got out the day after Christmas, so many concerns were being asked about results, even though I told them I won't know anything till the 13th; I hoped they kept this all in mind. Which leads us to today. Though, I was running really late today, though to the miscalculation of my class not ending early on the first session (a grave mistake on my part). I rush home, as fast as I could on the cta, and speed walking a slushy snow thinking the worse I could be is half an hour late, and I'm sure they're use to that. I quickly make it to my door dropped off my bag, and headed directly to the car. Funny thing was, the car WASN'T THERE!; no it was not jacked. I call my dad to see where the car was, and he said he gave the keys to my brother, saying he needs it for work; he works at fucking Joyee's in Chinatown and is less than a 20 minute walk. So, I called my brother and he doesn't answer his phone. I call my grandma telling her I can't take my grandfather for his results, and all she does was ask, what was I going to do? To answer the question, what could I do? I don't have a car to transport my grandfather anywhere there is no point. There is no point in going. My mom comes home only to see me chucking my phone into the snow; I don't know I just felt like it. Asking what was I doing..(insert explanation). As she picked up the phone, my brother calls, and I asked him why he needed the car today, and he said he needed to make a deposit, and then drive to work and all I can say was, "I'm sorry" I've heard so many apologies in my life to know which are sincere and which are not. Even, though I mentioned the 13th so many times, I guess nobody remembered actually.
Besides, there was no reason for my brother to go the bank. He went like 3 times this fucking week. If you don't have money, then save your pay. If you have money why not fucking get a time where you can put the most ample amount in just so you can put in all at once. The point is he doesn't give a shit about anyone, but himself. When he doesn't need anything from my parents he'll yell and lash out, but when he needs the keys or money, he'll act like an obedient dog. Though, he tried to make things write by getting out of work and driving my grandpa there, he still didn't get shit done. Only to have it pushed back to the 15th.
This is why sometimes I think I should just think about myself for once, there's too many people in my life to actually care anymore. I find it difficult to be actually care about a lot of things at this moment, and I'm really losing motivation to even do anything at this point; it's only the second day of school. I feel like this semester is going to be a downward spiral for me, and the only thing I can do is just bear it. Like everything else in my life. Looking back, too many people depend on me, and I really have no one in the end to depend on. In the end, the David people normally see, I think is just a facade because I write some really negative thoughts on here, and I'm usually seen as a more positive person. Though, I told many people this, though I might put on many mask, I only have one heart. I guess the literal suggestion I'm trying to get to is, though I might act differently towards certain people, I never do it in spite. I do it for their own well being; if that make sense at all.
Though, in the end there is too many people in my life I can't just set aside. Even family, as annoying, ignorant, and whatever responsibility that comes with it. It only makes me seem immature using them as an excuse for my life as well.
There is too much things I have to do for other people at the moment. I still haven't had time to buy my materials yet. Hell, tomorrow is going to snow like shit, and I need shit by Thursday. The world can just fuck me over for all I care at the moment.
I don't know if any of this jibberish makes sense...but I have other stuff to do.
-David M.
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