Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Una Problema
Much to my chagrin, I've miscalculated my seizure total. It stood at at least 1/6 of where it should have. 1700 to 6280. It was due to a problem in my calculations, which I have now done 3x over just to be sure. 2-3 seizures/ day x 30 days in a month x 12 months x 6 years. I'm contiuing to fail upwards, I see. Well, at least I'm setting a record doing it. You see, you gotta remain positive in these things, even if you have to count seizures doing it. You know, according to my sick mind, I'm hoping to set a record in them, and YOU, didn't read that. Just consider the source.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Crash Course
I don't what a tetanus shot looks like because you usually get it in the bazooka, but I can definately say, this was a big one ready to happen.
My brothers all went with me to the store, and then, unbenounced to me, as we were driving home, we all of a sudden needed to go to an auto junkyard. Now, it was my little brother suggesting this from the back seat, and as my middle brother was driving, I had little choice in where we went. My brothers are into one thing a year-in 2008 it was computers; this year- cars and engines. So, that's what I was doing in the middle of a junkyard in sandals, and having to follow dumb and dumber around the car lot.
My middle brother was looking for a second Ford Explorer to go off-roading with. The other one was looking for a tail-fin for his Mustang. Me? I just wanted to find a way out of there. I think cars are nice, and I learn a lot of matienence from watching NASCAR. But, hands- on? No. I'm just not that type of person. Sure, I can do basic maintenance, but I'd rather be hiking. Good thing I don't have that problem yet. I'm 21, and have 1700 seizures and counting.
Both of my brothers found what they wanted. The youngest wanted to make arrangements to pick up the tailfin, but we had to wait to leave, because the other one went back to have a parting glance at his Explorer (no doubt to hug it goodbye) It was the happiest hour of my life when we said adios to that junkyard (but, I'm biased)
My brothers all went with me to the store, and then, unbenounced to me, as we were driving home, we all of a sudden needed to go to an auto junkyard. Now, it was my little brother suggesting this from the back seat, and as my middle brother was driving, I had little choice in where we went. My brothers are into one thing a year-in 2008 it was computers; this year- cars and engines. So, that's what I was doing in the middle of a junkyard in sandals, and having to follow dumb and dumber around the car lot.
My middle brother was looking for a second Ford Explorer to go off-roading with. The other one was looking for a tail-fin for his Mustang. Me? I just wanted to find a way out of there. I think cars are nice, and I learn a lot of matienence from watching NASCAR. But, hands- on? No. I'm just not that type of person. Sure, I can do basic maintenance, but I'd rather be hiking. Good thing I don't have that problem yet. I'm 21, and have 1700 seizures and counting.
Both of my brothers found what they wanted. The youngest wanted to make arrangements to pick up the tailfin, but we had to wait to leave, because the other one went back to have a parting glance at his Explorer (no doubt to hug it goodbye) It was the happiest hour of my life when we said adios to that junkyard (but, I'm biased)
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