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| I snagged this from a follow Xanga user's profile.
"Hi, I am Makieon Denisha Dawn and i am 21 years old. but really i am 230 years old i am a demon/vampire and 4th wolf too and i am the the princess of kingdom Makieon...the princess of all Vampires...i have two kids..Viviann Seta Huno and Athena soda Huno with Lord Hojo Huno.. hes a full Vampire. oh and i fall for Dante a Full Demon..hes soo HoTT!!!."
Moron.
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| So, my car broke. Yeah, I was surprised too. In all the time I've owned my vehicle, I've only had to do simple repairs on it, like oil changes and to replace the tires, little things like that. So I was shocked when I was in the Walmart parking lot, I turned on my car, drove six feet and the engine suddenly sounded like a Mac truck barreling down the highway. My exhaust had fallen off the manifold and was dragging along the ground. Since I was at Walmart, the closest repair shop was Canadian Tire, which has a cute nickname a lot of people might not know: Crappy Tire. But I was in a bind and my vehicle is important to me, so I decided to leave my car in their care and get it fixed.
I was called the next day and told my car needed a new exhaust pipe and catalytic converter. That's some expensive stuff, but I was prepared for it. I was also prepared to walk to work for the next couple of days. That's not so bad. I wasn't actually too depressed about my car being in the shop, since the weather was nice for walking and I didn't need to go anywhere but work. I rather liked the walks. They reminded me I'm not totally dependent on a machine after all.
After a few days, I got a call saying that my car was done! I was thrilled, so I walked up to Canadian Tire as soon as I got the call. It's nice to walk and be healthy and good to the environment for a while, but, dammit, I want my car. It was like 6 in the evening, so the guy at the parts desk was leaving for the day and had to drop my key off at the customer service desk. When I got there, they were training a new girl on the cash register. These should have all been clues. But I ignored the signs and got my key and hopped into my newly repaired car. As soon as I turned the ignition, I realized just why it's nicknamed Crappy Tire.
The exhaust clunked against the frame, like it was loose. I was concerned. But the auto service desk was closed and my car was a hell of a lot quieter than it was when I brought it in. So I drove home. Every time I made a left turn, it clunked again. If I idled in gear, it rattled. Whatever they had fixed, they had fixed it wrong. I paid $700 for them to do a sub par job repairing my vehicle. I was pissed.
I needed my car for the next few days, so I kept it, knocking noises and all, until I was through with my errands. I let my rage simmer for a while. Today, I went back to Crappy Tire and found the guy I had first talked to about fixing my car. He just works behind the desk, he's a nice guy and not at fault. I was still pissed, though. I have this quiet anger thing about me and people always think I look angry anyway, so I just narrowed my eyes a bit more than usual, spoke in a very distinct tone and let him know that I was not pleased with the repair job that had been performed. He looked a little nervous, actually, probably because I had asked how my car had gotten out of the repair bay and into the parking lot if the noise I'm hearing is so obvious. No doubt he wondered that too, so he went out to the repair bay and talked to the guy who had fixed my car...a kid near my age. They let some apprentice fix my car? What crap! This kid probably thought I wouldn't care if my car clunked a bit now and then. Man, was he wrong.
When the guy, Walter, came back, he asked if it would be okay if I brought my car back later to get it looked at. I sighed and looked even more pissed. They were obviously busy and I had expected this, but I decided to make them feel guilty. I explained my situation, that I work nights and I have to walk all over town without my car, so when should I bring back my car? Tomorrow at around 8 would be good...but, oh wait, Matt, the douche idiot who couldn't fix my car in the first place isn't working. How about Thursday? Fine. I will drop my car off and then sit in the waiting room for as long as it takes to fix and while I'm waiting, I'll talk to the manager about his shit employees and total lack of quality control. I mean, I paid $700 for this. I paid $700. Seven hundred dollars. And for what? Bonus repair work? I didn't realize there was a deal of buy one repair, get one free.
The funny thing is, that Canadian Tire calls for an automatic followup to see how pleased you are with their work. So I rated them a 1 out of 5 and left a brief message about how shitty they are. During my rant, the computer voice interrupted and said "Thank you" and then quit. I was so shocked, I just yelled "FUCK YOU!" and hung up. I wasn't done ranting! They need to understand how angry I am! I'll make them understand on Thursday. If I have to speak to the fucking company president or sit in at a board meeting, I don't care, I'll make them understand. If I have to make my point by asking to buy a gun on my way out, they'll get the hint.
So I don't recommend Canadian Tire for your auto service needs. Not at all.
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| I wasn't going to update this thing any more because too many people knew about it and I hated that all they ever saw was me complaining. I got tired of just whining about my life and letting a bunch of strangers see, or even people I only half-knew see it and then come and talk to me about it. I don't wanna talk about it, that's why I post it here. I talk to myself about it. I just happen to post it on the Internet for everyone to see.
But venting helps. Since I can't scream without bothering my neighbors or go on a shooting spree, I'll just bitch and moan on the net. And everyone can fuck off.
Right now, I'm pissed. Why? It's nothing important. It's actually kind of funny. I bought a PSP and Crisis Core about 2 weeks ago because I lost my DS in a stupid way and I actually like the PSP better. Anyway, yeah, I bought a PSP and I'm so very close to finishing Crisis Core. But I can't because all of the fucking stupid random battles. Random battles! I take two goddamn steps and all I hear is "Activating Combat Mode!" and then a couple of stupid monsters show up and I have to down them with my godly strength. It is godly strength because I fight all the fucking time and I level up like a madman. I'm 17 hours into the game and I think 15 of those are fighting, 1 is walking the field and 1 is cutscenes. I just want to finish the fucking game and see the ending! FUCK OFF! I like the game but I WANT TO FINISH IT!! I need closure, goddamn it! I'll probably finish the game, make a New Game+ file and then put it back into its case and not touch it for about 2 years. I am getting that mad at it. If I wasn't a FF7 fan, I'd calmly take it out of my PSP and bludgeon it with a hammer.
And now I feel better because I vented. I've been storing so much rage lately, it's just coming out at dumb times. Like random battles. Really? I grew up on this shit, I shouldn't be this angry about it. I'm just frustrated because I'm so close. I'm missing one fucking goddess materia and I know I have to trek across the map to find it and that means 90 more battles for going 6 feet. What a piss-off.
And Genesis is the stupidest FF villain ever. "Gift of the Goddess! BLAH BLAH BLAH!!"
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| It's that time of the year again, where I hardly update.
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| Slow day. Not many footprints on my Xanga. Feels like it's only 10 in the morning or so, but it's actually 1:30 PM. That means I have to go to sleep soon, since I have to work tonight.
So, I'm typing this up on my new computer. Yeah, I got so sick of that piece of crap I bought last year after my old reliable computer died that I decided that I'd buy something new and fresh instead of upgrading that junker. Seriously, 512MB of RAM can't run three steps, let along trying to run Vista. And since I've become computer challenged since high school, I didn't feel like buggering around with it and downgrading it to XP or anything like that. Anyway, yeah, new computer. It's a Dell Inspiron 530, if anyone is interested. Mainly, I bought it for its 4GB of RAM. Yeah, talk about an upgrade. I need to put all of my music and stuff on it, but it works great. So clean and fresh and fast! I should name it. I was thinking "Yuki" since it's silver and white with blue LEDs. Plus, if I kill it and it freezes, the name will make sense. Yuki means snow, for any normal people reading this.
Speaking of music (and we were), I bought a Paramore CD yesterday while I was at the mall. I didn't realize it at the time, but it's a live CD. I don't really like listening to bands live unless I'm there, but it's Paramore...so I'm torn. They sound great live, but I want the studio tracks. I don't regret buying it. To balance out the thought of single man buying Paramore (I consider them girls music, I dunno), I bought a Nightwish album. I have never really listened to Nightwish before but now I totally regret it. How did I miss something so epic and awesome? Seriously. The first song is a 13 minute track called "The Poet and the Pendulum" and it is friggin' amazing. An entire orchestra backing a metal band. Not to mention the lyrics. It's like Apocolyptica with awesome vocals. It's worth buying the album for that song.
Speaking of buying albums, I didn't buy Silversun Pickups' new album, Swoon. Why? Well, I had every intention to. But when I got home from work, I looked it up on a website I frequent and downloaded it. Yeah, seriously, lock me up. SSPU won't get my $14, boo hoo. I support them in spirit. It's a good album as well. Panic Switch and Sort Of are my favorites on there.
I traded in X-Blades and Eternal Sonata yesterday while I was in town. I was shocked to get $30 for X-Blades (that game sucked) and $25 for Eternal Sonata (that game started to suck). So I used the credit to get Mirror's Edge and Lost Planet and I still have some credit left over. Mirror's Edge is incredibly frustrating but I'm still having fun with it. At one point, I called Faith a "Slanty-eyed bitch" when she failed to make a jump. I know, I'm horrible. Lost Planet has such a weird aiming system for a third-person shooter, but it's still kinda cool, despite the ridiculous "collect thermal energy or die" dynamic is has. I hate the very idea that I'm losing energy just by standing out in the snow. Not that I never have tons of energy, it's just a mental thing on my part. It's the same reason I always hasten to cure poison in an RPG, even when there's no threat. I just hate losing something if I can prevent it. And I can't.
I have my guitar beside me. I am going to kick myself in the ass and learn to play the thing, even if it's just practice chords. I really hate being bored and knowing I could be learning a skill or bettering myself in some way, so I'm going to try -- try -- and be resolute and learn something. First I need to tune the damn thing, though. It's awful.
Um...I'm tired of typing. Off to do more nothing!
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