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wheeeeeeehooooooo!! [May. 3rd, 2005|06:18 pm]
[mood |oh so proud]
[music |the cranes]

I am:
"You're a damn Commie! Where's Tailgunner Joe when we need him?"

Are You A Republican?
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the anecdotal tale of a very broken car [Apr. 25th, 2005|01:51 am]
[mood |aggravatedaggravated]
[music |a happily dreaming dog breathing loudly]

last august my dad gave me a car, a 1991 mistubishi galant to be precise. he lives in california so i had to fly out there and drive it back to michigan. dad had put an unhappily large sum of money into the fixing up of this automobile and felt confident that it would function properly for the remainder of its existance. alas, here follows a tale of misfortune...
the car broke down in oklahoma, just slowed down and stopped altogether after leaving a gas station, thus stranding myself, my friend and my dog in a very midwestern place, but luckily close to my dad's cousin's house. car goes to shop, the diagnosis: a totally broken transmission. many phonecalls and many sighs of irritation later dad agrees to uphold his side of the deal and pay for repairs ("if anything goes wrong on the way back to michigan i'll pay for it, but after that it's all your responibility") yay dad! transmission gets rebuilt, journey continues, we arrive late but safe. eight months of properly functioning car pass when suddenly it decides to only run in third gear (it's an automatic, but i know third gear when i see it). many oh dears, a trip to a haas transmissions. haas says, we can't find any problems with the transmission but the electrical systen seems to be a little wacky, you need to take it to the dealership so they can plug it in to their fancy diagnostic machine. ok, go to dealership, they say, well, we plugged it in and had a listen to it and it sounds like you need a new transmission. oh really? hmm, that's interesting, considering it is a new transmission. upon deciding that the dealership is run by a bunch of unsavory characters i took it to yet another transmission shop, advanced transmissions. they have a good poke around in it and decide, well, we don't see anything wrong with the transmission but the electrical system seems a little wacky, you need to take it to the dealership. oh, sweet jesus, i say, i just took it to the dealership, they said i need a new transmission. oh dear, well, um, we can try to find you another trans shop with better diagnostic equipment to take it to that will perhaps honor your warranty from the oklahoma shop like we do... ok, go for it. i get a phonecall, well, we found you a shop.. great, what's it called?.. it's called haas, it's in.....oh, christ, you've got to be kidding me. that's the first place i took it to. oh, i see. and this is where things start to degrade. i get one guy saying that he can go ahead and give me a quote for a rebuilt transmission, and i say quote schmote, go ahead and rebuild it if you want, it's under warranty. i get another guy saying they don't have my warranty information even though i gave it to them the first time i brought the car in. i took it in again to appease the paperwork gods, i get an ok, we'll call you.. they don't call, i call them, they say well, our technician is about to check the electrical system for any shorts it might have, and at this point they've had it for three weeks and i'm thinking, fuck's sake man, shouldn't you have already tried that?? now it's been a month since they've had the car, they called me on friday apparently to give me the true answer to the problem but i was so worn out from insomnia that i slept through the call. i'm on pins and needles awaiting their call tomorrow. i'm scheduled to leave michigan in a month, but my departure depends on my selling this car so i can buy a van to put all my stuff and pets in and tow my motorcycle behind. i would have much rather sold it outright, but now time is so slim it looks like i'll have to trade it in at a bloody dealership and get totally ripped off for it, if it even gets fixed. if it's an electrical problem i have no idea where the money's going to come from to fix it. i'm praying for a covered by warranty problem, but who knows. this is by far the most unbelievable car problem i've ever had, at exactly the worst time. should i even believe them when they tell me what's up? at this point i don't have much choice. time has a way of passing, even when you really need it to stop.
thanks for making it to the end of this post. i don't know how to do that neat link-to-long-messages thing. if anyone's ever had a similarly baffling car problem i'd like to hear about it,or any advice for dealing with these insane mechanics. it is entirely possible that i will set the car on fire to get some satisfaction out of the situation.
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life is ______ [Mar. 20th, 2005|06:58 pm]
[mood |melancholymelancholy]
[music |fifteen degrees, live in my basement]

just spent the day shopping, in the middle of the day on a saturday, what an entirely stupid idea. now i'm in my room listening to the band i was supposed to be in (fifteen degrees) totally rock in my basement. they sound really good, i am sad that i'm leaveing and i had to drop out of the band, but any of you guys that can should go see them when they play out. i wonder if this sore spot in my heart from the big band breakup will ever leave. i have a feeling that finding a home for myself in the music scene in san diego is going to be horribly difficult. it's so competitive there, so much new pop crap, how will i ever find another gypsy circus jazz punk rock movie music band? sigh. there are so many things i will miss when i leave here. by the way, i am officially leaving at the end of may. time is flying, god, it's very bittersweet, and this is me trying not to be overdramatic about it, heh.
well, i'm going to go play music by myself. if anyone wants to jam with me before i go, call me, email me, send telepathic messages. 734-306-6551, ravenstranger@yahoo.com. i would love to play some music, my cello bow is broken right now though. if anyone knows where i could get one for a reasonable price let me know.
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(no subject) [Feb. 28th, 2005|05:34 am]
[mood |hopefulhopeful]

haven't posted in a while. well, you know, it's winter so i've pretty much holed myself up in my room until spring. then i'm moving back to california, sometime between april and june, for real this time. i've finally had it with holing myself up in my room every winter and bitching about how bloody cold it is and then just staying here until oh god it's winter again and i still hate it! grr. i commend all of you who have dealt with this awful weather for a lifetime, because i cannot do it. maybe if i had the emotional capacity of a normal human being i could, but let's face it, i don't, and i'm too silly to be able to just deal with the uncomfortable coldness until it stops seven months later. it's taking a toll on how much i enjoy being alive so, goodbye. i love the people that i have become friends with and i'll miss the ever-loving crap out of yous, but i just can't do it anymore! plus my mom and grandma really need a bunch of help right now and i'm pretty much the only one that can come and give it to them. i kinda miss my family anyhow, it's been six years since i've lived 2500 miles away from them. i have two brothers i've barely gotten to spend time with and a nephew i've never even seen.

so, if any of you have any reason to come to san diego, come visit me! i may have a family to spend time with, but friend-wise it's gonna be lonely as fuck. oh well, sacrifices sacrifices. come visit, the weather's great..

i can't wait to get my motorcycle onto my farourite desert roads, finally, it's what i bought it for in the first place. hello anza-borrego, goodbye scraping freezing rain off my car. i'll be picking sage and catching banded geckos while yall are freezing yer arses off. whee!
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oooh, ha ha, i win too... [Dec. 14th, 2004|09:32 am]
[mood |craptacular]

Good. You know your music. You should be able to
work at Championship Vinyl with Rob, Dick and

Do You Know Your Music (Sorry MTV Generation I Doubt You Can Handle This One)
brought to you by Quizilla
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i left my heart in the bayou [Nov. 9th, 2004|03:23 pm]
[mood |coldcold]
[music |live bait]

i spent five days in new orleans and it was the most amazing place i've ever been. i've been obsessed with going there since i was a kid and my plans to go always get ruined, but not this time. i've read so much about the place, i had a pretty strong impression of what it would be like and i wasn't let down at all. i've never been to the east coast, but i have to assume that there's really no place like new orleans in the u.s., and if there is i'd like to know about it 'cause i wanna go there too. i think i've finally found the place i'd like to call home, sorry ann arbor, but i think you're gonna lose me in a few months! i never meant to end up in michigan in the first place, but i've got to say living here and getting to know all the folks here has been worth it, a2 will definitely have a special place in my heart no matter where i go.

now for an important message:

the nothing will be playing our last show ever on saturday november 20 at the neutral zone. sah, hdb, and the stay at home runaways will also be playing, plus the release of our new and last album. be there or be a total poop head!
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tragedy [Sep. 17th, 2004|08:23 am]
[mood |horribly, horribly devastated]
[music |terrible silence]

the nothing has broken up.
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(no subject) [Sep. 15th, 2004|09:27 am]
[mood |melancholymelancholy]
[music |sah]

okay, it's been a while. i have internet again, woo hoo, now the four people i know on live journal can read my melodramatic ramblings once again. i assure you, many things have happened since the last time i posted here that i'd rather not mention but most of ann arbor has probably heard at least rumor of. let's just say things are better than they were. be warned however, something very unfortunate has just happened in my world that will effect other peoples' worlds as well, maybe, BUT i cannot say what it is yet due to odd notification circumstances. that makes no sense.... my next post will contain sad news, be prepared. right now thinking about it really makes me want to curl up and sob like a three year old.
oh happy days!

quote of the day:
"tell your monkey to stop peeking at my soul or i'll be forced to blind him permanently".
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o lord, deliver me from such horrors..... [Feb. 12th, 2004|06:24 am]
[mood |exhaustedexhausted]
[music |some industrial comp.]

a house on fourth street blaring smooth jazz but otherwise dark and empty looking, most certainly the creepiest thing i've witnessed all week..even creepier than this:

tonight agnes took me out to sushi to make me feel better after an absolutely awful week (car got towed away and sold for $25, bank took nearly my entire paycheck to pay for my delinquent loan payment, fell on my back on the ice on our sidewalk, got a call from some lawyer telling me i'm being sued for a $55 bounced check at home depot, motorcycle got repossessed after paying $700 so that it wouldn't get reposessed, village corner for some reason hasn't been paying me or is losing my paychecks, got a letter from some different lawyer stating i've been summoned for another lawsuit against me for a $657 bill from getting my wisdom teeth pulled, hmm, is that everything?) at wasabi where we sat for a good couple hours. we became transfixed by the conversation between the two yuppie ladies in the booth behind us. they were the most amazing examples of stereotypical, thirty-something, pump- and-business-skirt-wearing, brainwashed by the media, striving to be perfectly socially acceptably feminine, ditzy, hair-flipping bimbo businesswomen i have ever had the displeasure of sharing space with. at one point one of them busts out with, (insert the most annoying, squeaky, high-decibel yuppie shriek you've ever heard here---->)"i don't have any lamps with shades, oh my god I DON'T HAVE ANY LAMPS WITH SHADES! oh my god! i wonder what kind of lighting i do have? just regular lights? OH MY GOD, I CAN'T BELIEVE I DO NOT HAVE ONE LAMP WITH A SHADE! WHU-, WHY, OH MY GOD!" and they both went into a fit of hight-pitched squealing, as if it were the most disturbing personal crisis she had ever found herself in. i was so mortified at her dilemma that i promptly impaled my eardrums with chopsticks so as to be delivered from any more such exclamations. when i removed them and cleared the blood and gore from my ear canals i overheard that they were now immersed in an in-depth conversation about britney spears and christina aguillera as if the pop singers' lives were really valuable and important to their own. amazing. i'll never know what it is to be one of their kind.
alas, i grow weary and heavy eye lidded.

quote of the day:
"christ, get this thing out of my nose.."
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wheeeeeeeeeee travel [Feb. 3rd, 2004|02:31 am]
[mood |blahblah]
[music |einstrezende neubauten or something like that]

create your own visited states map
or write about it on the open travel guide
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