1. Who are you? 2. Have we ever met? 3. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it. 4. Describe me in one word. 5. What reminds you of me? 6. If you could give me anything, what would it be? 7. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn’t? 9. Are you going to put this on your weblog and see what I say about you? 10. What do you love like a fat kid loves cake? 11. What makes you come back here?
I admit curiosity of your answers. *chuckles* (and I have no idea what happened to #8. It wasn't there.)
Damn. 3-2 O/T Lightning loss to Flames last night. Still an enjoyable game. Especially since I got to see my first ever playoff (let alone Cup Finals!) game in person last night! My friend Rand picked up two tix to game five last night. They were nosebleeders, but it's fucking Stanley Cup Finals. Who gives a damn? Well, here was the catch: only two seats. And, to make matters even more interesting, he has two seats (2 rows from the glass) through his company for game seven. But....there's no way of knowing if a game seven will exist. If it does though, not only are they amazing seats, but...the Cup will be there one way or another. So, the choice was, go see a game for sure but they be way up there, or, hold out and risk not seeing a game at all. He would take one of us to one and one of us to the other. I took last night's and that leaves my Love a chance - though no guarentee yet - of seeing the game of all games: game seven. So...hockey. Finals. Bonus hockey (went to overtime). But a loss. D'oh! Now of course my Love is praying they win Saturday so there will be a game seven. *laughs*
Exhausted though. 22,000+ people all cheering, in sync, loud and pumped. Then all of them trying to get home at the same time (including a 45 minute sit in the parking garage waiting to even pull out of the spot) plus the drive home and it equalled a late night. And my poor Love's getting a dmaned cold (no, dammit, I already had a bad cold and not too long ago at that!) so he was tossing all night which means I was up a lot of the night. Morning came too damned early.
Though...HARRY POTTER opens today! Whoo hoo! I wanna go see it. Fight more crowds. Can't be worse then how many people were at the Ice Palace last night! *chuckles*
Anyway, thank goodness for Friday. An hour left to go. My stomach is killing me and I just want to go nap a bit. Still majorly stressed out (car and finances), but at least I had a neat and fun outing last night. Had a great time and was thrilled to get to see the game.
The Silent Screams We Make Man, the mutilation of the tree outside my balcony is still pissing me off. I couldn't get to sleep because I kept thinking about it. You know, if I were the type of person to sue, I bet I'd have a case against them - both actual and punative.
First, there's the actual. I picked that apartment because of the shade and the privacy accorded by the trees. My power bill will surely go up now that there is direct sunlight hitting my living room all day, whereas before, I was always shaded. (One of the reasons we moved from the old building to the new was that we got the brunt of afternoon sunlight at the old one and it kept the apartment sweltering. We wanted something cooler and something easier to maintain the climate controlled temperature.) The apartment's actual value is lessened by the butchery to the trees, making it not worth what I signed the lease for. My lease included the trees, not stumps. They've de-valued the apartment with their actions and yet are still charging me based on something that no longer is being honored by them - the shade and privacy of the trees.
Then there's the punative. My faith holds that all of Nature is Divine and Holy. That Nature, in and of Herself, and in all Her forms is to be cherished. I am damaged emotionally and spiritually by the site of a mutilated tree outside my window. It honestly causes me physical distress to see a stump where once there was a tree. It is akin to forcing a Christian to stare out their window at "666" or an inverted cross each and every day. It's distressing and is in offence to my federally protected freedom of religion. Each day I have to look at that butchered limb, or, be forced to close my blinds completely and be denied a view at all.
Let's not even get into the fact that I have unobstructed parking lot view now - both me looking out and everyone else looking in. There is nothing left to keep someone from openly gawking in my window if I open the blinds to the sliding glass door (1 full wall in my living room is the sliding glass doors leading out to the balcony, which in turn, used to be covered by the tree.) I can't tell you how frustrating it is knowing that I, as a woman alone for much of the day in the apartment, can't open the blinds at all for fear of having some creep watching my every move. I feel less safe and less secure in my own apartment.
I know it probably sounds crazy, but I really am fuming over their insensitve actions. And they're lack of interest in how wrongly they treated both that poor tree, and me as their tenent. When I get home, I'll upload the pics from my camera and let you see how bad it really is. Half the tree is gone and it was viciously and carelessly done - and it didn't have to be. This wasn't a pruning or trimming of branches, it was the butchering of two major trunks of the tree itself, leaving half a tree and open stumps. It's bad enough that it's been weeks of enduring demolition, construction, painting, washing and related (with no word from management, and no idea what's going on until there's some massive noise, vehicles or strangers wandering the grounds and coming onto your patio/balcony), but this has gone too far. I've just reached my breaking point.
Keeping Your Cool So the car's still overheating. New hose and a fix-a-leak treatment for the radiator and it's helping (I got to work today but it was running hot most of the drive here) but it's not fixed. Which means it's probably something in the radiator itself. Fuck. I can't tell you how stressful it is driving down the road, your eyes glued to the temp gauge, just praying you can make it through the next traffic light, or to the next street. Panicking that it's going to dip too far and not come back down. If you've ever had an overheating car, you know how sick to your stomach it makes you. If you haven't consider yourself damned lucky. I just don't want to get stuck on the side of the road - especially when I have no cell phone and it's 95F outside. Been there, done that, don't want to do it again. I have no idea what we're going to do. I have no idea how exactly we're going to get it repaired both cost-wise and being without a car for a day wise. I'm so sick of bullshit like this. I just want a break. Is that too much to ask for? We can barely pay our bills as it is, then this like this comes up and we're even more fucked. It just gets to be too much. I can't get a new car because I don't have credit for one, can't afford another bill each month and certainly can't afford the insurance (we have bare-minimum and it's already always the last thing to get paid. In fact, it's overdue right now and who knows when we can pay it.) So I'm fucked. An old, run-down car I can't afford to fix and no money to get a new one. What the hell do you do?
Anyway, I'm finding myself more and more depressed again. It's just looming over me. Things were calmer the last few weeks - not perfect by any means, but at least not so overhwelming - and of course, it couldn't last. I always think I'm doing better and then shit like this happens. Somedays I just don't know what to do anymore. And it just doesn't feel worth it. I'm so sick of getting fucked over all the time, by everything and everyone in life. Why do I rank the short end of the fucking stick?
I'm just sinking. And days like this I don't care. In fact, I wish it'd hurry up and drown me so I could get it over with already.
I have a fucking headache from hell. I lay down to try to sleep through it and make it go away. I'm woken up by a fucking truck cutting down the tree in front of my building. Not all of it, but they damned sure were fucking trying. They chopped the whole fucking thing to peices, leaving me no shade, no privacy and a fucking stump of the trunk. Assholes. I called the complex office and cursed them out. They didn't care, they just wanted room for the paint latters or some bullshit like that. So they fucking mutilated the tree and deprieved me of the only nice thing about this fucking apartment - the privacy and shade of the tree.
I am so fucking livid right now I can't even put it into words. And if it's not bad enough, they have to fucking salt my wounds by leaving the damned truck - running VERY loudly I might add - right in front of my building the last half-hour to make my headache just that much worse. I can't sleep it's so loud, so I'm really fucking happy right now.
Fucking assholes. Fucking, fucking bastards. I hope they fucking get sawed in half and see how they like it.
Sunday. Wake up 8am to meet Rand for WDW. Car temp gets psycho. Pull over. Smoke from under hood. Leak somewhere. Rand meets us at parking lot where stuck. Get car back to apt. Guys drive all over trying to find new hose (which seems to be source of leak). 1pm. Finally leave to go to Orlando. (Had to go anyway; had to pick up vehicle from airport.)
Get to Disney about 2:30pm. Hot as fucking hell. 95F was the official high. Feels-like temp of 102F. Record temp of all time for that day 96F. It was that hot. Miserable. Walked around MGM Star Wars Weekends.
Left for MK. Still hot and miserable. Me almost passing out from low blood sugar (no dinner Saturday night, order came wrong) and heat exhaustion. Never felt as bad as that before. Got some food. Rode some rides. Got some cool pics. (Will come to gallery soon.) Saw fireworks while riding Big Thunder. Very cool.
Left park 11pm. Ferry ride over, then lost walking around parking lot. Back to Rand's Jeep by 11:30pm. Had to go to airport to pick up Rand's parent's car from lot. Started home about 12:30am. Got home near 2:30am. Shower and such, bed by 3:30am. Tired. Beat.
Today, put new hose on. Still overheating and leaking fluid. Need to drive Love into work, then home, then me into work, then me home, then me go get him then both home tomorrow. Don't know if we can. Got radiator fix-a-leak stuff. Put it in tonight. We'll see how it goes. Nothing was open anyway and no money even if it was.
Lightning won game 1-0. Happy about that. Still exhausted from yesterday. Burnt out. Tired. Stressed over the car. Don't want to be stuck on the side of the road. Was feels-like of 97F local here today. Miserable. No a/c in car and car overheating as is. With lots of driving around that I have to do, in stop-and-go traffic with no cell phone in this heat by myself. So overjoyed. Just don't want to deal with any of it.
Going to bed. Just an update. Alive but stressed to the fucking gills.
