entry # 324

I've had enough of it all.

The car that I didn't even want to buy is a piece of shit. Two weeks ago it cost $250 dollars to replace the crank sensor and repair the leak in the gas tank. This week the leak in the gas tank is bigger, and the gas tank has to be replaced. I have the oddball limited edition model of the car so the freaking gas tank has been discontinued. I guess GM thinks that all of these cars should have blown up by now. I didn't have money to do the repairs last time, my dad ended up putting them on his credit card, because Jennifer threw such a stink about having to share her car with me for 2 days.

My dad has been searching the country via Internet for a gas tank that will fit my car. He just called to tell me he found one in Florida and it should be here by next Friday. Then he yelled at me to figure out what I need to do to qualify for a bus pass, because you have to apply for some stupid thing before you can ride the bus. When I tote Jennifer's ass all over the place because she can't afford gas, or a parking permit which has ended up costing me the price of a whole extra parking permit because she always has mine and I end up getting tickets, I shouldn't have to resort to the stinking bus, because she is a selfish snot head.

She freaked out this morning because Johnny called for a piece of ass and she needs to go spend the night down in Fargo. When I asked her how it is that she has only had money to buy groceries once since November it is that she can afford to run down to Fargo every time Johnny calls. "He is giving me money so I can come see him." Whatever, I'm sick of her, I'm sick of him being around, I hope his squadron or what ever they are called gets activated and he gets sent to Iraq. Not, that I support this war, but I just want him to be as many miles from a telephone as possible, because as long as he can reach Jennifer by phone she is never going to be able to move on with her life. He is all excited about the war, he just wants a chance to hold that M-16 and shoot it at any one that doesn't look American. He is trying to transferred into a squad that has/will be put on active duty just because he wants the chance to kill someone with out going to prison.

Jennifer and I aren't getting along that great with out adding all of my car problems. Tuesday after she left for class the phone rang while I was still asleep, and even though I have a phone right in my room, if I am asleep I ignore it until I am ready to get out of bed. When I got up and checked the caller id I didn't recognize the number but I knew the business name, I was upset before I had even listened to the message. Jennifer had called the company that finds apartments for people with pets. I listen to the message and she is calling about 2 bedroom apartments. She and Shannon the girl that is supposed to move in here in May after school ends are looking for an apartment. Jennifer doesn't want to live in the trailer anymore because she hates living in a home that moves in the wind. It not only upsets me that she is going to bail out on this and leave me stuck here by myself trying to pay the bills, but when I had two people looking to move into the 3rd bedroom, Jennifer made me tell them it was already taken because she had offered it to Shannon first. Now the people who were looking for a roommate/place to live have found roommates to stay in the apartments that they already have.

Maybe Jennifer and Johnny really are meant for each other. Johnny will tell my parents they are retarded for buying this trailer for Jennifer and I with his words and Jennifer will do it with her actions.

If your parents busted their asses to come up with almost $9000 to buy any kind of home for you and not ask for much of anything in return wouldn’t you get over the fact that the wind makes that house move a little bit? I know my sister is a self centered little snot, but when someone gives you something that they really can’t afford to give just so you will be better off in the long run, don’t you say thank you and learn to live with the little problems, instead of taking the gift for almost a year and then throwing it in their face because it isn’t good enough for you?

This is totally unrelated, just a little note about an entry I made some time ago, that a friend commented on. I know that bi-polar and manic-depressive are the same thing. I am not just an idiot psychology major that hasn’t learned anything in 5 years of school. I am sure my mother knows that they are the same thing, but she doesn’t deal well with super clinical names to diseases. When I was sick she wouldn’t tell people that I had hyperthyroidism, she would say I had Grave’s disease. Exact same thing, different name.

Jennifer is battling depression, saying she is manic-depressive isn’t going to make my mom immediately think of all the crazy stuff happening in her brain between her neurotransmitters and the different chemicals. My mom will be able to think of it in terms of Jennifer being almost perfectly fine and then someone saying something she didn’t want to her and feeling like she needs to beat herself up. Which is exactly how Jennifer is.

That is all I have to say right now, I have to get all bundled up, find a piece of cardboard and a bar of soap and crawl under my car to see if I can find this gas leak and use my uncle Jeff’s magic bar of soap trick to make the leak stop. Wish me luck!