Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2009 20:09:11 GMT
Two or three weeks ago, I left for me dear mum's, planning on going to West Virginia for a family reunion.
I ended up staying a week and a half, living through hellish working conditions before enough money was earned, and enough preparations in place to go. One memorable day was where I worked eight hours clearing a three-story building (plus basement) so it at least looked half-decent. Let me think... we had a trailer, and a truck, full of such lovely things as mantlepiece collections, piles of nail-filled wood, old cement bricks, paint cans, both empty and full, doors, sinks, counters, cabinets and the like.
Two and a half wonderful hours later, (after unloading our prize at a local dump,) I had to begin making preparations for the all-too-sweet wv trip. Think preparing 4wheelers in the back of a truck for a 51/2 hour drive through the rain. Fun fun.
Finally get there after sitting in the back with two cousins, smoking and farting the whole way. Around two, maybe three o'clock I finally get some sleep. Next morning, "HOORAY!" I am snappily awakened at nine in the morning, ready for more work.
It's Four-wheelin' time!
After spending an hour making sure the blasted thing will work, we drive to my aunt carol's. She has a nice spot, plenty of steep hills and rock-filled valleys for a soft landing.
The my cousin Vernon decides he's gonna drive me... let me tell you what state of mind he is in.
He is a deranged nutball. After 8-9 years of solid drugs and alcohol, his mind is GONE. His idea of a good time is killing hookers and driving very fast while listening to Charles Manson recordings.
Three hours, several thousand pounds of mud, and 45-mph turn-whipping, I arrive back at my aunts, ready for a strong cup of coffee, or vodka. It did not really matter which.
The rest of the two-day trip was uneventful, aside from my aunt lois going beserk and slicing my cousin bethany's leg open with a beer bottle like a cooked salmon with a gutting knife.
Finally arrive at my mums house again, after another loooong trip full of fart jokes and head-bashing. By this time, I have had next to no internet contact with the normal world.
A few days later, after I am charged with a no-360 fine by what many call E74, or the red ring of death, I arrive home.
I find that my father, or my step-om, whichever, has managed to crash my (<3) pc. The idiot did not know what to do, so he just restored it. Four years of pictures, music, and videos, along with my extended favorites list are gone in the blink of an eye.
Hehe. Lucky me, though. I saved my small (1.27MB) file on a disc, and now am awaiting high speed internet in the next few days. Pity I don't have a better pc to use it on. Thinking of buying an alienware ($111.00 a month or something).
Hooray for froot-loops!
--Insanity is Bliss.
I ended up staying a week and a half, living through hellish working conditions before enough money was earned, and enough preparations in place to go. One memorable day was where I worked eight hours clearing a three-story building (plus basement) so it at least looked half-decent. Let me think... we had a trailer, and a truck, full of such lovely things as mantlepiece collections, piles of nail-filled wood, old cement bricks, paint cans, both empty and full, doors, sinks, counters, cabinets and the like.
Two and a half wonderful hours later, (after unloading our prize at a local dump,) I had to begin making preparations for the all-too-sweet wv trip. Think preparing 4wheelers in the back of a truck for a 51/2 hour drive through the rain. Fun fun.
Finally get there after sitting in the back with two cousins, smoking and farting the whole way. Around two, maybe three o'clock I finally get some sleep. Next morning, "HOORAY!" I am snappily awakened at nine in the morning, ready for more work.
It's Four-wheelin' time!
After spending an hour making sure the blasted thing will work, we drive to my aunt carol's. She has a nice spot, plenty of steep hills and rock-filled valleys for a soft landing.
The my cousin Vernon decides he's gonna drive me... let me tell you what state of mind he is in.
He is a deranged nutball. After 8-9 years of solid drugs and alcohol, his mind is GONE. His idea of a good time is killing hookers and driving very fast while listening to Charles Manson recordings.
Three hours, several thousand pounds of mud, and 45-mph turn-whipping, I arrive back at my aunts, ready for a strong cup of coffee, or vodka. It did not really matter which.
The rest of the two-day trip was uneventful, aside from my aunt lois going beserk and slicing my cousin bethany's leg open with a beer bottle like a cooked salmon with a gutting knife.
Finally arrive at my mums house again, after another loooong trip full of fart jokes and head-bashing. By this time, I have had next to no internet contact with the normal world.
A few days later, after I am charged with a no-360 fine by what many call E74, or the red ring of death, I arrive home.
I find that my father, or my step-om, whichever, has managed to crash my (<3) pc. The idiot did not know what to do, so he just restored it. Four years of pictures, music, and videos, along with my extended favorites list are gone in the blink of an eye.
Hehe. Lucky me, though. I saved my small (1.27MB) file on a disc, and now am awaiting high speed internet in the next few days. Pity I don't have a better pc to use it on. Thinking of buying an alienware ($111.00 a month or something).
Hooray for froot-loops!
--Insanity is Bliss.
