I skipped a few blog topics over the weekend, but that’s because I was feeling lazy. The weekend brings that out in me, since it’s the only time I get some kind of break from work – but that didn’t really happen anyway.
On Thursday, after deliveries, Mom and I sneaked out of the restaurant and went to Shoppers and Blockbuster. Before we had left, though, I had an itching feeling that I should have taken the van instead of my car, but I dismissed it (like I always do). Upon returning, I pulled into my parking stall behind the restaurant like I always do, and just as I put the car in park, this freaking moron in a Chevy Blazer came backing up at me from the driver’s side. I honked my horn, but to no avail. Crunch. The door doesn’t open properly now. I was super pissed, but I kept my cool. The guy just happened to be native, big surprise. Not that I’m racist against aboriginal people (I save my racism for the chinks :P), but these kinds of people give their people a bad name. Anyway, I digress. Dad and I got the guy’s information, went to the police precinct, where the friendly officer there helped me write up the report for MPI. Too bad I don’t remember his name, I would definitely go to his boss and give the guy some praise (and perhaps a raise). I always say, scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours without you even expecting it.
So, the plan was to go to MPI today and put a claim in, which would definitely see my car getting written off. However, this is not what I wanted to do, because I knew that MPI would screw me over like they did before. The last time I put a claim in with them, they said that if I put in another claim, they would write off my car, even though it was in perfect working condition. Personally, I don’t really care either way, because I don’t need my car to look nice anymore – it just has to serve me well until I’m debt free. However, Dad insisted that I get compensated at the very least. Now, he thinks that we should trade the car in at a dealership. I mean… hold the phone here. Dad may be willing to loan me the money to buy another car, but I honestly don’t see what’s wrong with my current one. Besides, how can I pay him back for this when I’m currently following a budget plan? Besides, I had planned to get a new Toyota Matrix, and if I buy another car now, it’ll have me paying at least $5000 on top of that – which is absolute BS. Also, I don’t want to rip my deck and speakers out and put it in another car. I’d have to spend money on a new installation kit for the head unit. No… I honestly think that buying a used car to replace this one would be a waste of money, not when I’ve been doing so good with my budget plan thus far.
A total of five people asked me to fix their computers this weekend. I realize that I need spare money to buy goodies and keep myself out of my main income, but what’s the point of buying goodies when I won’t even have the time to enjoy them? In fact, when I had some free time to watch some Roswell, I only caught two episodes before I got corralled by Dad to help him finish up a woodshed we’ve been working off and on throughout the summer. Talk about a lack of free time. I managed to work on two PCs yesterday, one canceled on Saturday, and I have two more to do tonight. Where did all my time go? One thing is for sure – I had better not miss the season premiere of Heroes tonight, or somebody gonna get a hurt real bad.
At least I caught the Family Guy premiere last night. Freaking hilarious! A lot of characters showed up in the Star Wars adaptation, and a lot of the dialog remained true to the movie, while still adding enough pop culture references, segues, and that unique brand of Family Guy humor.
“Oh no, John Williams! Now we’ll have to do the rest of the movie with Danny Elfman!”