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Alqez
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Name: Anthony
Location: Quad Cities, Illinois, United States
Birthday: 5/29/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: My interests include, but are not limited to:
playing guitar, listening to music, complaining as often as possible, hanging out with friends, watching movies, playing video games, and seeing how many people i can make laugh today
Expertise: I'm am an expert at slacking and being lazy.
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  Alqez
Member Since:
2/1/2005
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| It's been months. Three now. Three months of outright misery.
My ex, the girl I loved, didn't love me back. She said that she did. She made me believe that she did. It was a lie. She left me in the worst way and I haven't been the same since.
It's been three months and here I am, no better off than day one.
I'm lonely. More lonely than I've ever been in my life.
It's the kind of loneliness that doesn't stop when other people are around. The void eats everything good. Words don't mean anything and much needed distractions are hard to come by.
Because everything reminds me of her. And every time I think of her I feel like someone's fist is in my stomach. My chest is completely hollow. Breathing no longer comes naturally and I can't remember where I put my heart. | | |
| I have been seriously neglecting xanga for quite a while now. And now i feel like a completely different person, even though I'm really not, and no one reading this will be able to tell the old me from the new me anyway. So here I am writing another blog after who knows how long. Sure, you or I could just look at the time and date of the post before this one, but where's the fun in that? Now that's i'm here, it's time to talk about my day.
I woke up, ate, watched Sunshine Cleaning, which was kind of depressing, but partly because I've been in boderline depressed mood lately, and i didn't do much of anything else until it was time for work. I also haven't decided if i want to capitalize the word "I" or not. If you picked up that before you read this, then you are a very observant person.
My boss called and wanted me to come in early to help out. I said ok, finished watching that movie and headed to my car once i had gotten everything ready to go. I open the door of my car and get in, sit down and put the key in the ignition. I turn it and nothing happens. Nothing at all. No music, no clock, nothing. My battery is completely dead.
My dad is a car guy. He's not around. I call his cell. He doesn't pick up. I call my mom. She doesn't pick up either. No one else seems to be around. I remember that the car my dad had been driving recently went out of commission so I get the bright idea to take the battery from that car and put it in mine. One problem. The tools are in the garage and i'm locked out. I look around the house and find a multi purpose screw driver i got for christmas and pliers. Good enough for me. So i set out to work.
There was grimey stuff all over the connector pieces, which made it a bit hard. It actually turned out to be much easier than I thought it would be. It's actually pretty sad how little I know about cars, but i like to think i'm pretty good at solving problems on my own if i have to. I succesfully remove both batteries and just finished setting the good one in my car when my dad pulls around in his truck with my uncle sitting in the passenger seat. He immediately starts yelling out of the window to ask what I'm doing and then immediately tell me that i'm doing it wrong.
I needed to clean the wires and such to get all the grimey stuff off! By his tone, you'd have guessed it was a matter of life and death. Not me. I was late for work and I really didn't care. I mentioned to my dad that he was the last one to drive my car. I asked if he left the lights on or something. He says no and tells me about how the wires are bad.
When I got my car started, the first thing i noticed was that the overhead light was turned on. Yeah. It was TOTALLY his fault. Anyway...
He doesn't even get out of the truck. My uncle gets out to help me while my dad tries to order us around without offering any realy help and then leaves to pick up my little brother's from school. My uncle started griping at me for a moment, but I told him this was a last resort for me. I was late for work and dad didn't answer his phone. He tells me about his similar experiences and we both started complaining about my dad. :)
My uncle needed something from the garage, but he didn't have a key either. Apparently he didn't need it. He showed me the secret way to get into the garage. lol if only I had sooner known. He cleaned the grime away (which was apparently acid) and got the battery hooked up just fine. My car was up and running again and off i went. I was almost an hour late to work. Oh well.
I feel a bit devalued for having tried to take care of it myself. It was as if my dad showed up specifically to tell me that i screwed something up. He just did not seem happy and he pretty much set my mood to angry for the rest of the day.
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| Soooooo... i got to make a 911 call today. that's always exciting.
i heard squealing tires outside, unusually close to the house. i live by a trucking company and a highway, so traffic noises aren't too uncommon. but this one was a bit alarming. so i looked out the window and there's a car i've never seen parked in front of my neighbor's house. they are fairly new neighbors, and i haven't actually met them, so when i spotted the guy that the care belonged to, i wasn't sure if he was friend or foe right away. then i heard the yelling. ... nope, not the good kind. the guy was about 6'1, 230 lbs or so i'd guess. a pretty big guy. apparently he had a girl pinned down on top of their outdoor table. i couldn't actually see this because a tree was in the way. i did see the girl after she was up though. she ran at his car and kicked it a few times before she ran back into the house. the guy was just screaming his head off. after she had shut the door the guy grabbed a brick or a chunk of stone about as big as his head, out of nowhere, and hurled it at the house. it went right through the front door. the wooden part of the door, mind you, not the glass. granted, the door wasn't exactly solid mahogany, but still. i could barely register what i was seeing. then my dad, who happened to be outside shouted at me to call the police. so i grabbed my cell phone.
now, for some reason, even though i live in rock island, and have a rock island phone number, the 911 call went to the davenport police station. that's not just in another city, that's in another state. anyway, the operator forwarded the call. my uncle, who was outside with my dad, ran in to make sure i was calling. then everything happened so fast. i'm on the phone explaining the situation as best i could, the operator's asking me questions, the guy drove away, nobody got the plates, and my dad is telling me not to call the police anymore because it's too late.
well, i figure that guy is pretty dangerous. they have a toddler in that house, and if he had been standing by the door when that brick came through, he could have been killed. so i finish the call figuring they can file a complaint or whatever.
my uncle then came into the house soon after and he asked me if i had called the police. yes i had. so he says:
"You weren't supposed to!"
"What do you mean I wasn't supposed to!?"
"They got warrants over there. They don't want the police around 'cuz they don't wanna go to jail."
i'm literally thinking WTF mate? but not saying it out loud. he's making it sound like i'm in the wrong here. i try to defend my position, but don't really feel like arguing.
the police show up like 10 minutes later, which was another wtf moment. how about a sense of urgency, people!? i gave him my address because i didn't know the neighor's off hand. i live on a corner and their address is on the street that mine isn't. so he knocks at my door and i point out the house and leave the rest to him.
then my mangy uncle asked me what i told the officer, and said i just pointed out the house to him. then he goes and tells me how i shouldn't have done that. blah blah blah. sorry, but i made up my mind and i pretty much stopped listening to him.
i don't really care if i made enemies with my neighbors. better safe than sorry. if they were afraid of the police coming around, maybe they should try a little harder to avoid these stupid situations.
but that's the story of my life. no matter how hard i try to do the right thing, i swear people always make me out to be the bad guy. *sigh*
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| my most lucid, creative, exotic and interesting thoughts usually plague me when i'm lying down trying to fall asleep. it's really a shame too, because most of those never visit me again. if i don't quite have the energy to get up and write it down, i try to make a mental note of it so i'll remember it the next day. but usually i can only remember that i was thinking about something that was very interesting just before i slipped into the unconscious world, and not be able to recall exactly what it was.
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