| Sep. 11th, 2006 @ 01:20 am Aint found a way to kill me yet! |
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Current Music: no music was play in the making of this post
After two long days of hard work and little sleep I find myself very tired and very sore. I know what you are thinking "Why, oh why, are you on LiveJournal at 0120 hours if you are so tired?" The answer is: I WISH I KNEW! I lay down and try to sleep but my head keeps filling with thoughts and working on problems and creating problems and doing math and singing songs (hence the title of this post) then tryig to solve the problems its created all the while creating more problems and trying our different solutions. It's enough to drive a normal person insaine. I was hopeing that if I wrote a few things out then maybe, JUST MAYBE, I might get some sleep.
(Eyes burn with stinging sweat!)
Oh kay so my friends and I get together every saterday night and play the king of al neard games. Normaly we play at the Wright/Anderson house.(is there are wrong anderson house?[that joke is less gay when spoken]) Only last week I noticed that Dani was king of aggitated with the amount of noise we were making. So my mind set about trying to some up with a solution to solve her little noise problem. The only problem is no other place has the right amount of space. Really the Anderson/Wright house (as aposed to the anderson left house? [I know, I know, pritty weak])is the best place for us. I racked my brain all week and I came up with... ... nothing (how's that for brain power) On saterday morning my dad gets me up and tells me to head on over to the other house so I can help my uncle re-paint it and make it looks nice so we can rent it out. My uncle and I bust our ass and finish the paint job we had started the week before with my farther and brother. It isn't untill 1600 hours that it accours to me that the house is vacent and there is no reason why we can't play there. I aks my mom and dad if they woud mind if we use the place for the evening then I let Doc. and Dani know of the pending venue change. Then i set about furnishing the place. I drag two folding talbes over and set them up in the dinning room then I drive out to Addisson to pick up the chairs (normaly in our garage) from my brothers house. Then it was a matter of getting our stuff and every one involved informed of the new venue. It being 1945hours I have 15 minutes to do so
Once there the akward questions started to arise.
"Who owns this place again?" My parents.
"I thought you uncle lived here.?" He did.
"doesn't your ex-girlfriend's mom live her?" She lives in the couch house.
"so your parents rent this place out then?" they do
"What are they asking for it?" Not sure, no lower then 1400.
"We could do that.(WHAT!!!) No really think about it you guys we all have jobs (I don't) if we split the rent up six ways we could all live here.(Not so sure I'm ready to live with you again)The rent would be something like 230 for each of us."
"I think this is a great idea!(Ete tu Doc?) I would love to live with you guys again."
"I'm not sure we could afford that. (Thank you Dani)You realize we would be paying 460 thats more then double what we pay now."
"I still think it would be fun.(listen to your wife)"
"Could you ask your parents if they could hold it for a few months while we get our affers in order?" I can ask.(It wont do us any good but I can ask.)I wouldn't expect to must from it thought. "Mike and Dani can shair a room,(don't start assinging rooms!) Jeremy and Kaite get a room,(somebody change the subject, please.)Terry gets a room,(stop her!) and I get a room(I'm not asking for a lot here. am I?) it's perfect.(says you!)"
"I still think it would be fun to live together."(let it go Doc.) Yeah we could put greek letter out in front of the house and scear every one on the block.
"are we ready to play yet?"(jeremy, thank you jeremy!)
(Here I go again on my own!)
Oh kay look. I'm not 100% sure why I reacted like that. That's what I keep re-playing over and over again. The closest thing I have to and explanation is: My life sucks. If I moved into The house down the street from my parents house, I would still have to help jimmy take out the trash every week, I'd still eat all my meals at home, I'd still have to help clean up both house. Only two things would change I'd have to pay my parents rent, and I'd get to see my friends every day instead of once or twice a week. As much as I love my friends (They really our the greatest people I know)living with some of them is as much a curse as it is a blessing.
(walking down the only road I've ever known!)
Well I'm a man of my word. I said I'd talk to my parents and I did. I found out they are asking far more then I had thought. But that doesn't matter cause when I told my dad that my friends where thinking about renting the house he said no. The "no" didn't suprise me in the least bit, what suprised me was the resondingness of the "NO" and how quickly if came out. Not suprising at all was my mothers reaction. "Most certenly they can. If they can be ready to move in by Oct. it's theres. Don't worry I'll talk to your father, he'll come around. JIIIM!" (yourdoingthisnow!?) As much as I hate playing my mom agenst my dad I hate doing it even more when it's for something I'm not sure I even want. But mom logic was undeniable and in the end, though my dad still has reservations about me and one of my friends, he agreed. Mom was so good she even had me thinking it was a good idea, when i was ready to agree with dad on some, some points. (most of the time my dad can be VERY insaulting. I know he loves me, but sometimes he has a hard time hiding the fact that he thinks very, VERY low of me. Of corse when you compair me to Brian [as i'm sure he does] it's EASY to see why.)
(I walk this empty street along the bolavard of broken dreams)
Well it's now 0230 hours, and my tea has become ice cold. So I think I'm going to give sleep another try.
Terry |
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