Good times
Tuesday, August 5, 2003

10:28 p.m.

Life is so spiffy and wonderful right now. This is gonna be a long entry.

I've been spending a lot of time working for Liane. Today i installed a new water filter, did some filing, and we got her Jag serviced. We talked a lot about Harrison. Harrison is the kid of her friend, Kimberly. Kimberly was murdered by her husband Jay (the name he used while running from the FBI) nearly a year ago. this Kid is 6 years old, and was 5 at the time of his mother's death. You can imagine the horror. So harrison spends his time switching households until they figure out his legal living situation. It comes down to 2 options. He either stays with his only blood relatives, Joanne (50something) and Larry(76), or with Mike and Liane. his blood relatives aren't really equipped to handle him, and they're not great role models either, but they want him. Liane loves this kid to death and only wants what's best for him. Mike is 58 and has 4 kids. He doesn't really wanna raise another one. i understand his side very completely. i also am sympathetic for liane, because she and I know that the best place for Harrison is at Liane's. It's just horrible to see the look on the kid's face when his aunt and uncle come to pick him up. He's grown on me like a little brother, and i've always wished i'd had a little brother. I'm turning him into a little gamer already, hehe. We ate at The Pacific Dining Car on sunday. It was a really nice, upscale restaurant that served breakfast till late, and was actually open 24hrs a day. i ordered pancakes, and the oddest thing was that they tasted almost exactly like the pancakes my grandpa used to make when i was growing up. Quite nostalgic So thats what's happening in the surrogate family.

The real fam is going allright. Haven't seen my mom in a little while. Just today i started missing her. i think i'm gonna go see her.

I got my oil changed. Oh, the other day after seeing American Pie3, my tire blew out on Altadena drive, which is way shitty, but my job can cover a new tire. But what's also shitty is i need a rew radiator cap, new transmission fluid, and brobably a lot of work done on my fuel system. Shit. Cars are expensive.

I went to dinner with Hans and Sara last night. We ate great indian food at The Electric Lotus, in Los Feliz. I never thought i would ever eat indian food. But it's really good.

Saw Les Miserables on friday. it was cool. But i already mentioned this, so onward.

Sara is really depressed and needs time to sort things out. She's all crazy go nuts, but in a really bad way. i hope she can sort things out. She says she needs my help, and i try to be sympathetic to her when we're talking, but my anger gets in the way so often it's really hard to stay on track. i keep fluctuating from being super nice and compassionate, to being really irritated for the moment. She came over today, and all i kept thinking about was when i was doing all shitty and I talked with Ms Rios. I kept thinking about that the whole time, and i tried my hardest to be like LMR and help my good friend deal with this shit, like she did for me. I now have a greater understanding as to what she was going through. I even found myself using her exact words. Even some trademark Rios-isms. It was kind of odd, but it made me ever more thankful. I wanna see her again.

On the same night i blew out my tire, Martin and I went to Hometown Buffet earlier that evening. We stuffed our faces so much, that we had to conciously maintain an effort not to hurl it all up, while at the same time laughing hysterically over how much we ate. It was one of those really good times that will be a great memory, i'm sure. Oh, and thanks to my tire blowing out, and my engine taking a shit on me, i might not be able to go on the road trip with andrew cause i'd have to work that week in order to pay off my insurance. Thats the shittiestr part of what's going on right now.

Otherwise, life is good. Nodepression, no anxiety, no fighting. Just keen and dandy responsibility. Good times! Out.