Side Note: Yob = Job

Yesterday, rain came down and surprisingly didn't bring me down. I have found myself more positive in life yet much wiser then the last time I was in a constant good mood, when I was fourteen, and BEFORE the events of this entry. Heh... been a long bleepin' two years.

Heh...

Yesterday, I went to get a haircut scheduled at 6:30 PM (EST for those that don't know I live in the so called 'Omi Land') with my sister and after I believe an hour (misplaced my watch) we head outside in the damp weather, turn the corner...

The freakin' Corolla is gone.

My sister is thinking: Ah great.

I'm thinking: ...We got towed...? ...Well, now I got something to blog about.

And I am blogging it, for here I am. Late for school for reasons I'm not gonna bother arguing to find out, and I went to sleep close to 4 (insomnia much?) but thats my day so far...

On to the dang story I'ma chargin' my lazer! trying to tell...

We go back inside the salon and ask our friend there (she's, I believe, a manager of some kind) if we could use the phone. She doesn't care, they got like, three, and we call up mommy and give her the bad news.

Good news is, she's at a yob interview in town! Yep! Tryin' to get a yob HERE and not Rhode Island... in another state.

She's got the ah cr(ud) tone in her voice, tells us to get a ride somehow to the interview, get my sister's car out of the impound and bounce.

After 30 minutes of making fun the Fabric Place (the big parking lot they have, as if they could ever fill it ((Ooo yay! Needle and tread! Definitely going to be a mass amount of people going there!)) ) because we parked at the very end, as far away from the store we could care about, and the salon is in the building in front of us.

(went to school, just came back, everything above was written this morning)

Need a picture?

(Keep in mine, I don't know the number of parking spots)

I think thats the most cars I've ever seen in the parking lot that close to the Fabric Place. Then again, its probably the employees.

So while we wait in mom's car for her interview to finish, me and my sister talk and laugh, et cetera.

We decided that if mom let's us order pizza, then she got the yob.

She called to order us the Family Feast at Pizza Hut. But she isn't sure about the yob.

Now... picking up my sister's Corolla at the impound lot.

The rainfall has increased greatly, and we find the lot with the man everyone usually hates himself, Tow man! The man who can legally steal your car if you stay in a spot for longer than 15 minutes in a near empty parking lot!

...So my sister, mom, and the Toe man talk with fire in their tone. I say in the car listening to my Zune playing some Kirk Franklin and Third Day.

Reason being was the fine came to one hundred and fifteen dollars. And for those of you that can't read numbers, that 115.

With the haircuts, the pizza, and the fine... hmm... 30 plus 25 plus 115...

170 dollars.

My mom is still contemplating moving into my friend's house. She obviously refuses another bad neighborhood. Our first experience was enough.

Wish I had more to say except...

I could really go for a Diet Pepsi right now...

Or water. Maybe juice.

*fails to keep a positive outlook on situation*

~AA