First of all:

PUBLIC ENEMIES = EPIC FREAKING WIN.

Too frakking amazing. Love it love it love it.

And I saw Transformers again an hour after that ended. Fifth time, not bored. Loving mah precious Jetfire more than ever. He's too awesome for words.


YES YES YES. I might have a job. A one-time job that will take one or two days, but if so I get $100 out of it. That's enough to provide security until Transformers is out of the theater with plenty left over to save. It involves taking down a fence and stacking the boards on pallets after removing all the nails. Sweaty manual labor but it's worth it. I'm desperately in need of cash



....and now to the crap.

Ok. Car show was Saturday, of course. I got 2nd place in the high school class with my Camaro. Then there was the show at the drive-in theater that night. Went after all because the kids wanted to see Ice Age. That was a disaster. By the end of the night, we and three other people had quit the car club, we'd started a war, alienated everyone, and I've now got quite a few new names on my hit list.

It's a long story, but basically the club leader is a rotten bitch, hates our guts and has been spreading vicious rumors about my mom. So we left. Then I found out this morning that a lot of the club make fun of us when we're not there and have said some pretty scathing things about me that I'd rather not get into. Now I want to burn down their houses.

I was feeling pretty insulted when I first heard what they say, but the more I think about it, the funnier it gets. I'm actually pretty amused now, more than anything

But yeah. There's a reason I don't have a social life. It took three years in 4H and two years on that forum before all hell broke loose. Two weeks in the car club and it's already blown up. That's a new record. Damn, I'm good.





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