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25th Birthday
12 years ago
I officially turned 25 years old a few days ago. YAY, BIRTHDAY TIME! I've been busy dealing with a range of problems, from more car repairs to some vital purchases that didn't happen thanks to my dad. Despite that, there are some good things but I'll save those for last.
So my car needed more repairs (besides the usual continuous oil leak) a few weeks ago. After getting the muffler fixed,I kept smelling a burning smell, kinda like burnt rubber in a way coming from the wheels when I drove it. At first I thought it was the tires (again) but turns out the parts inside the wheel, the brakes and calipers and such were melting and definitely needed replaced. That certainly explained also why my car was becoming more difficult to turn. So it took about a week for me to gather up enough money for some cheap parts and recruit my dad to help me out with fixing it. Should have only took a day or two but my dad, as usual, draws it out for a week.
My middle brother is trying to move in, yes, move in, an apparently homeless and jobless drug addict girl into our house. As if one mooch wasn't bad enough, two must be better! She has a kid but prefers partying over parenting so the child is staying with her parents. I still haven't found my stolen headset and seeing how my brother wants to move her in, I figure I should move out my belongings as soon as possible lest they get stolen. Needless to say, I'm not happy about this but it's only more reason for me to head on out now that my car's fixed up and drivable. Also, living in a house with no air conditioning sucks, it's been super muggy out recently.
A few days ago, my dad had a chance to buy a new house that isn't a death trap. It was pretty cheap (a lot cheaper than what it should have been, though) and could use some work of course but the house I live in now is pretty darn bad. My dad has never owned a home, only rented, for all of his life and he's always wanted to own a home. He's been ranting on about it for the past 15 years but no matter how good the offer is, he never commits to anything. Well, this time, he finally committed...too late. When he finally decided that maybe he should act on this one he was looking at, we drive out there only to find some guy that we assumed was the owner wandering around. Turns out, he was moving in and just bought the house the day before. Due to my dad fiddling and fooling around, the opportunity slipped right through his fingers.
The next day, still disappointed from the events previously, my dad found a used truck for sale in decent condition and at a reasonable price. We talked to the guy and my dad wiffle-waffled and said we "MIGHT" be interested though we really are in the market for a new truck since my dad's truck is falling apart and his philosophy is more along the lines of "why fix a car when you can buy another junker". Personally, I'd like a truck instead of a station wagon and my dad has been doing lots of little things to give me a hard time when it comes to my station wagon to get me disinterested in it so I'd be more inclined to legally sign it over to him. Now I might be interested in a trade, a truck for my station wagon but I ain't just going to sign it over for nothing and screw myself over and be forever stuck and helpless. Anyway, me and my dad went on back home and after some time he decided he would act on it. His course of action was to get a short term loan from the bank for a few thousand dollars and needed last year's W2 tax forms to prove his income and that he is financially competent enough to pay back the loan. Thanks to my dad's hatred of organization, he couldn't find them (at least not in a timely manner). Eventually, he finally decides that maybe it would be best to go back to the guy who was selling the truck. Can you guess what happened while we were gone?
THE GUY SOLD IT.
I didn't think it would happen twice in two days, once with a house and once with a truck, but it did. My dad's indecisiveness cost him two great deals. There is another story that goes along with this and strangely enough on the day after the truck incident but I'll tell that one in a little bit as I'm not directly involved in it but I sorta am (you'll see).
How about some good news for a change? I normally don't expect much for my birthday, I am a grown man of now 25 years but I got a few nice gifts. My friend Professor Awesome and his family surprised me with a cake, donuts, and some new art supplies. He got me a set of new micron ink pens (just in time too! My old ones are almost dried up), a pack of 15 sheets of bristol drawing paper (normally I'm super cheap and use computer printing paper), and a spray can of workable fixative. I've never used a fixative of any kind before but I've been wanting to experiment with that for a while, especially when it comes to shading and lighting with colored pencils.
Now the cake he got me had a little story to it, same story I referenced just a little earlier. He went down to a donut store in town and picked out a cake and had them put "Happy Birthday Jacob" on it. He didn't waste anytime on it, picked out the one he thought would be best and bought it. Well, during the time he was picking out a dozen of donuts to go along with it, someone pulled up to the drive-thru of the donut shop and the two baker/clerks were talking about what the drive thru-customer ordered and one started laughing some in humorous disbelief. Turns out, the cake Professor Awesome decided to buy was the only white cake they had and less than a minute after buying the cake, the drive-thru customer that pulled up was looking to purchase the same thing! So to put it short, Professor Awesome got me the last white cake and if he would have wiffle-waffled for a few seconds, he wouldn't have gotten that cake. And this the day after the two incidents with my dad fumbling some great buys due to his own wiffle-waffling.
That wasn't the only cake I had. My sister made me one too! So much cake, I'm going to be gaining some weight for sure in the next few days! Also, my eldest brother, weirdly enough, bought me a ticket to a small concert in a local grill/bar going on this weekend. The band Bobaflex will be playing there Saturday night so I'm looking forward to that soon.
I'm hoping to get some more art done soon but it seems every time I try to get out of my house and to my art desk, my car shits it self in one form or another. I'm still waiting to see what part will break down this week. Transmission? Alternator? Flux-capacitor? If nothing breaks and/or explodes, melts, corrodes, or transmuted, I should be getting back to art work around Monday. I'm only have 15 sheets of the new Bristol paper but I'm really itching to use it. I'm not really sure just what I want to draw on it though. Any suggestions?
So my car needed more repairs (besides the usual continuous oil leak) a few weeks ago. After getting the muffler fixed,I kept smelling a burning smell, kinda like burnt rubber in a way coming from the wheels when I drove it. At first I thought it was the tires (again) but turns out the parts inside the wheel, the brakes and calipers and such were melting and definitely needed replaced. That certainly explained also why my car was becoming more difficult to turn. So it took about a week for me to gather up enough money for some cheap parts and recruit my dad to help me out with fixing it. Should have only took a day or two but my dad, as usual, draws it out for a week.
My middle brother is trying to move in, yes, move in, an apparently homeless and jobless drug addict girl into our house. As if one mooch wasn't bad enough, two must be better! She has a kid but prefers partying over parenting so the child is staying with her parents. I still haven't found my stolen headset and seeing how my brother wants to move her in, I figure I should move out my belongings as soon as possible lest they get stolen. Needless to say, I'm not happy about this but it's only more reason for me to head on out now that my car's fixed up and drivable. Also, living in a house with no air conditioning sucks, it's been super muggy out recently.
A few days ago, my dad had a chance to buy a new house that isn't a death trap. It was pretty cheap (a lot cheaper than what it should have been, though) and could use some work of course but the house I live in now is pretty darn bad. My dad has never owned a home, only rented, for all of his life and he's always wanted to own a home. He's been ranting on about it for the past 15 years but no matter how good the offer is, he never commits to anything. Well, this time, he finally committed...too late. When he finally decided that maybe he should act on this one he was looking at, we drive out there only to find some guy that we assumed was the owner wandering around. Turns out, he was moving in and just bought the house the day before. Due to my dad fiddling and fooling around, the opportunity slipped right through his fingers.
The next day, still disappointed from the events previously, my dad found a used truck for sale in decent condition and at a reasonable price. We talked to the guy and my dad wiffle-waffled and said we "MIGHT" be interested though we really are in the market for a new truck since my dad's truck is falling apart and his philosophy is more along the lines of "why fix a car when you can buy another junker". Personally, I'd like a truck instead of a station wagon and my dad has been doing lots of little things to give me a hard time when it comes to my station wagon to get me disinterested in it so I'd be more inclined to legally sign it over to him. Now I might be interested in a trade, a truck for my station wagon but I ain't just going to sign it over for nothing and screw myself over and be forever stuck and helpless. Anyway, me and my dad went on back home and after some time he decided he would act on it. His course of action was to get a short term loan from the bank for a few thousand dollars and needed last year's W2 tax forms to prove his income and that he is financially competent enough to pay back the loan. Thanks to my dad's hatred of organization, he couldn't find them (at least not in a timely manner). Eventually, he finally decides that maybe it would be best to go back to the guy who was selling the truck. Can you guess what happened while we were gone?
THE GUY SOLD IT.
I didn't think it would happen twice in two days, once with a house and once with a truck, but it did. My dad's indecisiveness cost him two great deals. There is another story that goes along with this and strangely enough on the day after the truck incident but I'll tell that one in a little bit as I'm not directly involved in it but I sorta am (you'll see).
How about some good news for a change? I normally don't expect much for my birthday, I am a grown man of now 25 years but I got a few nice gifts. My friend Professor Awesome and his family surprised me with a cake, donuts, and some new art supplies. He got me a set of new micron ink pens (just in time too! My old ones are almost dried up), a pack of 15 sheets of bristol drawing paper (normally I'm super cheap and use computer printing paper), and a spray can of workable fixative. I've never used a fixative of any kind before but I've been wanting to experiment with that for a while, especially when it comes to shading and lighting with colored pencils.
Now the cake he got me had a little story to it, same story I referenced just a little earlier. He went down to a donut store in town and picked out a cake and had them put "Happy Birthday Jacob" on it. He didn't waste anytime on it, picked out the one he thought would be best and bought it. Well, during the time he was picking out a dozen of donuts to go along with it, someone pulled up to the drive-thru of the donut shop and the two baker/clerks were talking about what the drive thru-customer ordered and one started laughing some in humorous disbelief. Turns out, the cake Professor Awesome decided to buy was the only white cake they had and less than a minute after buying the cake, the drive-thru customer that pulled up was looking to purchase the same thing! So to put it short, Professor Awesome got me the last white cake and if he would have wiffle-waffled for a few seconds, he wouldn't have gotten that cake. And this the day after the two incidents with my dad fumbling some great buys due to his own wiffle-waffling.
That wasn't the only cake I had. My sister made me one too! So much cake, I'm going to be gaining some weight for sure in the next few days! Also, my eldest brother, weirdly enough, bought me a ticket to a small concert in a local grill/bar going on this weekend. The band Bobaflex will be playing there Saturday night so I'm looking forward to that soon.
I'm hoping to get some more art done soon but it seems every time I try to get out of my house and to my art desk, my car shits it self in one form or another. I'm still waiting to see what part will break down this week. Transmission? Alternator? Flux-capacitor? If nothing breaks and/or explodes, melts, corrodes, or transmuted, I should be getting back to art work around Monday. I'm only have 15 sheets of the new Bristol paper but I'm really itching to use it. I'm not really sure just what I want to draw on it though. Any suggestions?
