I totally forgot to post the pictures that Kelly and I took in one of those photo booths.
And here are the pictures enlarged a bit:
10:36 a.m. - 2004-03-14
I had a good time yesterday. I went to Santa Cruz with Kelly. She invited me out on a nice day trip since I was bitching about wanting to do something yesterday and didn't have anyone to do it with. She drove since I still don't have the Corvette back and she thinks I drive like a little old lady.
The weather was beautiful when we left Fremont. We drove down 880 to 17 and then traffic came to a standstill. It picked up eventually and we finally got to Santa Cruz. As we were parking the Z the fog started rolling in, hiding the sun. That was teh suck. It got cold but thankfully I brought a change of clothes. I've been down in that area enough to know that the weather can be way different than up in Fremont. The whole bay area has different little environments where the weather can be drastically different.
Since the weather wasn't cooperating we didn't get to go out on the beach to show off our sexy potbellies. We bought a strip of tickets for the rides and tried to make ourselves puke. I don't think either of us came close to puking but I did come close to fainting when we got on this ride that swings you around in a big circle like a ferris wheel on crack. Oh lordy lordy when we were hanging upside down I just shut my eyes and prayed that my fat ass wouldn't squeeze out of the harness, sending me down to splat on the cold cold concrete below.
I made Kelly eat a corndog and drink a Heineken. HAHA, try not to eat around me! I had a churro. I would have totally pigged out had I not been retarded. I was starving when Kelly picked me up so when we stopped by Albertson's I bought potato salad and a sammich wrap. I ate half of it on the way to Santa Cruz and wasn't very hungry when we got there. Stupid monkey! I could have been eating corndogs, cheese fries, waffle cones, pizza, cheeseburgers, fried shrimp. Oh my god I am so stupid. Of course if I would have eaten all that stuff I probably would have puked on the rides.
I probably would have had to poop and fart too. I didn't have to poop the whole day and I only farted once (i was in the restroom anyway so it was uneventful).
The drive back was great. We went on 152 which I had driven on before with the East Bay Corvette peepz. Only we went the opposite way from the San Jose area to the Santa Cruz area. We also drove up to Morgan Hill so Kelly could feed her horses. The drive up the hill to the ranch was great. I'd love to take the Vette up that road. Although I think maybe a smaller car like my old krautmobile, or a nice built 510, would be perfect for that road.
The view up there was amazing. I totally want to go up there near sunset to take pictures. They would come out so great.
I totally fell asleep like at 9:30 last night. I was thinking that I would take a nap when i got home and then possibly go out to the city or something but i didn't wake up until about 1:30am so it was too late to go out. I just went back to sleep.
My dad called a little while ago and he is getting really pissed at my Vette being at their house. He says I have to take it out of their garage by this weekend. I know what he is really pissed about. I didn't leave the keys there. Last time I went my Vette was covered in mud. If that wasn't enough there were swirl marks all over it like someone tried to wipe the wet mud off with their hands or were using the mud to fingerpaint on my car. I am not kidding when I say ALL OVER MY CAR. From the freakin' hood to the rear end. I was so pissed off. That mud has probably done a good job of scratching up the black paint, which is much harder to hide blemishes on than other colors.
My dad has no sense whatsoever when it comes to cars. I bet he took the car to visit my uncle who lives out in the country in Livingston. When I say out in the country I mean out in the freakin' country with no damn paved roads. His car always comes back covered in mud when he visits his brother. Why would he drive my Corvette out on that shit? Because he just doesn't get it. Back when i was in high school and had a Cavalier Z24 he would do the same stupid shit. He would "borrow" my car (even though his worked perfectly fine) and bring it back thrashed. I started to get the feeling that he would do it on purpose.
So now he is pissed off that he has a nice car sitting in his garage but no way to further damage it. boo freakin' hoo. I'm on vacation all next week so I'll have plenty of time to figure out a way to pick up the Vette.
oh, and there was a huge puddle of transmission fluid under the Vette too. Who do you think is going to pay to have that checked out and fixed?
10:06 a.m. - 2004-03-14
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