I ordered this beast last night. I can’t wait for it to get here! 159.5cm long, wide with a 26cm waist. The specs are beyond anything I’ve owned before, so this is potentially _my_ snowboard for years to come.
Fucking sick graphics.
This turned out pretty good.
I’m having fun plugging our realty system into google maps this afternoon. So far so good, got the geo coords being cached in the database. I need to do a little more reading for generating the map, but overall I have what I need now.
Maegan came by after school the last two days; yesterday we had dinner before she left for work. God I miss her so much.
I put in a new battery and changed the muffler and tail pipe today with Chris’ help. It’s drastically quieter and still punchy but we accidentally got the wrong size. We assumed it was a 2.5 inch system but it was 3 inch. Luckily Chris’ dad had a reducer we could use.
Driving my truck is so much fun. Completely missed it. I’m very happy I didn’t put my stereo into Maegan’s car.
I’m driving to Blue next weekend because my truck is ideal for the trip.
Last night a few of my friends and my neighbor came over and we drank for 6-8 hours or so; people came and went in that range. Much fun. Turns out I can’t focus my camera after I drink over 12 beer. I’ll just have to try harder next time hah!
It’s a song by Tindersticks. It’s written for what I’m going through. Holy shit it’s good with alcohol.
This week has been lonely so far. I said ‘goodbye’ to my (on break) girlfriend’s parents via letter because I don’t want to call their place right now; I gave it to Maegan’s mom at work. It was very difficult to do. I didn’t want to say ‘goodbye’ and she didn’t want to either.
I had taken my truck off the road over the last year because Maegan had gotten a pretty decent beater car to get to school and back which was much better on gas. However, since she doesn’t live with me right now; no wheels makes doing things hard. Betty (my truck) is getting some work done on her this weekend; I can’t wait. I really miss driving my truck. 5.7L power! hah!
It seems talking to me right now on the phone can make Maegan very upset; so I don’t want to call her. She has too much school work and I don’t want her dwelling on me/us when she needs to be focusing on school.
I hate this situation.
My last year with my girlfriend has been tough, on her and on me for very different reasons. We were generally very much in love, but I made mistakes like anyone eventually does but at a scale I just never imagined. Fast forward, I get hit by a car. It pretty much slows down our physical relationship, which is something I disliked very much. However, being a man you never talk about this shit, right? Well, that kind of brilliant thinking leads to distance, and distance leads to lack of communication, which is fine by me when I’m in constant pain and always bitchy. Right? Holy fuck. Could there be a worse scenario for someone with my kind of personality and affection for marijuana.
I ended up passing on important events due to discomfort; I thought “Who’d want me there? I’d be a grouch.” The obvious answer is my girlfriend.
Long story short, my recovery period was also a murder period. While I tried to heal, I put the death blows to my relationship and didn’t even see it.
She says this is a period of distance so she can focus on school, and I think if that’s how unhappy she is; if I affect her in such a way by simply being present then of course it’s for the best. It just seemed too random, and in time with her friend showing up who went through a similar series of events not too long ago. I can’t help but feel that influence was one of the final nails in the coffin that I was trying to crawl out of with one healing shoulder and a lot of regret.
I was just too late.
However, not to be too emo some funny shit did occur somewhat like the following but it was much funnier as it happened. Sitting in a circle with friends getting high…
(10:40:54 PM) _k2_: my cell is on my pocket .. it dials one of my old highschool friend
(10:41:03 PM) _k2_: he gets random voice mails of our convo
(10:41:15 PM) ***concaf gives k2 five bucks and sends him off for a robrob truck stop handjob
(10:41:18 PM) _k2_: eventually calls me back, so i just tell him what happens and he’s like “why’d you call me 4 times?”
(10:41:30 PM) _k2_: was pretty funny after that
Couldn’t sleep again. I decided to get a shot of the sun rise.
I found some tiny majano on a rock this weekend prior to changing the stack around. I need to get a syringe to inject boiling water into em; probably going to wait until tomorrow since my shoes are still soaked from riding on the weekend (big puddles on atv trails aren’t worth attempting).
