I GOT A NEW CAR! Okay, I know I'm about a month late on that, but finding time for writing this was impossible. It was the pinnacle of the grad party, the big surprise unveiling. Of course, I was halfway expecting it, but you just can't compare
having a feeling to actually
having it. I named her `Grace`, because she's .. gray. And obviously a she because all car's are she's, no matter how masculine H2's look. H2's are just zoftic women. What the hell am I even talking about? This is what happens when I don't write for weeks.
The car's a blast and a half. But I noticed there was something off about it, everyone else did too. After digging through the dealership and having them dig through their records, I found out that it was a manufacturing error. It happens once in a while according to them, God knows why. Apparently every manufacturer has their errors. Fortunately it's nothing bad. The front end is 1.75 inches shorter than any other Mustang, which actually makes it look bulkier coupled with the hood scoop. Then there's the transmission which has first through third gear shifting quick and boosts when it's over 60mph, so basically, the 0-60 is a few milliseconds behind, but the 60-100 is a few milliseconds ahead. In conclusion, it makes it one of the more unique factory produced `Stangs this side of .. well I really don't know what side, aside from the fact that it's one of a kind and probably worth tens of .. tensands in fifty years.
And maybe one day it'll hopefully turn into a bad ass alien robot. I can only pray.
So aside from that, what really happened between now and the last update? To be honest, not a lot of much. Two weekends ago I was in Brooklyn [instantly my new favorite place] for the second Guyana Day Reunion I ever attended. It was alright, not as big as last year, but not as hot either. There were plenty of girls around, but unfortunately I was constantly being cockblocked by none other than Sherry. My case of the ex happens to be the clingy type who just can't take `leave me the hell alone` for an answer. The madness continued this past weekend at Six Flags when her and her mom [along with several people I didn't know but one of which I did -- Zureena, Rich's other cousin. Sherry and her mom would introduce them to me as members of their family, AGAIN, when they really turned out to be friends or random strangers. My guess is, paid actors.]
I've never wanted to knock someone out more than Sherry's mother. I swear to God, that woman would be spat out of hell because Satan'll deem her downright irritating. She made me walk through the park with her for over an hour looking for some arena when I could've been spending the time wisely and stood in line for Medusa or something. But no, my feet were killing me when I eventually found the arena. And what happened next? They called me saying THEY were lost. I stepped away for five minutes, and thats what happens. I almost threw down my phone and stomped on it. Sherry still played the prude card, too. And yet, she's been calling me twice a day everyday since Sunday and I just keep ignoring her calls. I choose not to associate with those fuckin' whackjobs anymore. I've already had my fill of it from Britalyn or whatever the poster child for schizophrenia calls herself nowadays.
Just about a week ago I sent out my material to five agencies, so I'm looking forward to that. Next week I'll send out some more if I don't hear anything back from these. Thats the thing, things are a lot more difficult if you have no idea what the hell you're doing. Cheryl fell through because her contact utterly blows, and it turns out Ian's cousin, the big time casting agent out in L.A, can't do a damn thing for me on this coast unless I move out to Cali. Then there's my old friend Demitri who seems to be doing well for himself directing out in Hollywood, fresh out of Vassar. I still need to get in contact with him. He owes me a favor. Not to mention, I still need to drop a line to good `ol Nancy Saklad, the greatest acting coach this side of the Hudson. I'm sure she'll be better equipped to help me out since she knows the area.
I guess I'm not really doing too bad for myself. I mean it's a start, right? At least I'm doing something with my time and not sitting around, waiting for an opportunity to hit me.
There's plenty more to write, but I'm lazy now since its 1:42am and time for me to finally catch some shuteye. I'm gettin' old.
