I never thought...

I never thought I would ever, ever, ever in a million years have to compete with a game. I am not sure anybody can relate to this, but since my boyfriend/fiancée, Tony, is a year and some younger than me, he is a regular high school guy who obsesses a tiny bit over his play station..It used to be, back a year ago, that he'd obsess over one specificc game for a week or two, every single day he'd play it, then get bored and move on..to hunting or fishing, or movies, or sleeping, something else. Then, after another month or something, he'd play some other game for a week or two but once again get bored. Then, for Christmas, his little brothers, Nick, 8, and Nate, 6, get a ps2...those really skinny ones...which comes with a Ethernett cable...which connects that stupid little thin box to the internet...and sinceTony is the big brother, and Nick and Nate can't seem to keep from getting grounded from the play station, Tony keeps it in his room...he has been obsessing over this one stupid army-kill people game for over a month now. Allow me to tell you what he has done this past weekend...

Friday: no school.Woke me up, got me to get in the shower...from 11am until 5:00 he was on the bed playing that stupid game...he had to be to work at 5:15. He got home at maybe 9:30, stripped out of his work clothes and played the game until 5:00 in the morning...leaving me out on the couch, since I can not watch that game anymore...

Saturday: Wake up at 1pm because Tony has to be at work at 2:30. Immediately starts playing the game until 2:10. Got home at 8, played the game yet again until 4:45am, leaving me again on the couch.

Sunday: Wake up 9:15am, Tony has to work at 11am...(we were really short staffed at work this weekend) surprisingly, didn't make me get up, or start playing his game. BUT, he got home at 8pm, and jumped on his game the second he came home. I had to drive to Grand Ledge for work tonight, so I didn't get home until almost 11pm.

But it is now 1:30, and at about 1am, I decided that I hadn't spent enough time with my honey...expecially since I haven't gotten "any" in a full 7 days because of my little hospital incident..nervous to do anything "fun"...But, I figured, 'hey, I'm better now, why not.' And about a week and a half ago he said he wants to be "surprised"; ya know, not expect it...so I walked in there, sat on the edge of the bed and gave him a "look"...he had asked me to move. Apparently his "clan" he's in is having a challenge match against another little "clan". I believe he said he was a "FH" which stands for "fallen heros". He said "it's not like I don't want to, but I just want you to come back in a little while when I'm done..." So I am. And I think "a little while" will be in another week. OUCH! or as Kelso from that 70's show would say "BURN!!!" so whatever I guess.

E.R. Is slow.

Well, let's start from the beginning...I had a urinary tract infection for like a month. But on Sunday night, Feb. 12th, after I got out of work, I noticed that I had some lower back pain...But I didn't think much of it. Monday morning, my stomach hurt a little bit, I thought I was just hungry, but I ate and nothing got better. As the day progressed, it had gotten worse and worse, and by 10pm, it hurt so bad I was crying. It sucked. So at 11pm, I ended up going to the emergency room to figure out was wrong with me. They figured out that my u.t.i. had traveled up my something or other into my left kidney and my kidney was swollen and pissed off. They said that it was because the u.t.i. wasn't taken care of fast enough. So they gave me a shot in the butt and took a cat scan of my tummy to make sure I didn't have a kidney stone or anything and sent me with a prescription and sent me home. Every thing is much better now, it only hurts when I do too much work, or have anything touch my left side of my lower back or stomach. But it should be better in a couple of days.

Finally

Well, since I had messed up my truck exactly 1 week from today, it works. It's still in good shape. All we fixed were the head lights, the radiator over-flo bottle, and pushed the bumper back in. My dad says he will be buying me a new bumper and a new grill some day, hopefully here soon...

And in other news, nothing. Nothing cool or new has happened lately. Literally nothing. And it kind of sucks. So I'll shut up now. OK? OK.

MOTHER FRIGGIN A

Well, yesterday, Febuary 2nd, 2006, I got into an accident. I was on my first friggin delivery of the night, it was about 5:28 in the evening...There was a train passing by on north Cochran, right by the street known as Amity...I was probably the 10th car back...Then suddenly, the train was over. I saw the second car in front of me start moving, and the SUV in front of me did the same...So I moved. I looked down for literally 1 second...But when I looked up, there was the car...Stopped. And BOOM. I hit them...
Now, my first reaction was "HOLY FREAKIN SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" Then I got out of the car and asked if the 2 old people in the car was ok...They were...I apologized like 10 times and then called the police. Then, to my surprise, the guy on the other line of 911 asked "are you the Pizza Hut truck?" and of course I said yes, as I watched non other than Bobby Vaine and his brother run out of the house...I tried to hide my face, but it didn't work, he saw me and pointed at me and laughed a little...ggrrr...Anyways, after I hung up with the 911 guy, I continued to call Gary at work to driver me in, and explained why. He said "no problem" which was good...Then I called my father at his bike shop, and that was when I started to cry...And all he could say was "it's ok, I'm not mad, do you want me to come over there?" but I said no because I didn't' want to look a totally idiot, like I had to have my daddy there because I'm a baby...So try and call Tony...He didn't answer. Then the cop came, and lo and behold...It was Officer Montague...The same cop from my last accident...I was now crying a little bit stronger, despite my attempts to make it stop...I was really scared because I have 2 tickets that still haven't been paid...One being 1-10 over and a no proof on insurance, which is crap, it's Tony's dad's fault, he didn't send over the insurance card...But anyways, they sent me a thing saying that they were going to suspend my license here pretty soon...So I had explained this to Montague thinking he might impound my car or something...But he said that he wasn't going to do that and then I calmed down and stopped crying...Then after I had gotten my stuff back and gotten my ticket and such I finally got hold of Joey, who was at Tony's house, and he told Tony, who was in the shower, and they ended up coming at getting me and I called my dad back and told him the truck would be in the Johnson Lumber parking lot and he came and looked it and made me feel better because he gave me a hug and said it would be ok and I went back to work just to be sent home again because I had no car and then I went home. But God, I feel so stupid. I can't believe I was so stupid. It makes me sad, I was going to buy that truck in a week. Now it will be a bit longer, but my dad will be fixing the car, and all will be well, I hope, but I still have a bunch of bills to pay. THAT SUCKS.