Tag Archives: Porsche

2 February 2006

2 Feb

A little more news than in other updates, I think. First off, in the period of my last entry and this entry, my car broke down and was repaired (fuel injector, $331). I don’t really mind fixing it because the car’s been pretty good to me. The new fuel injector means that I can get through the low gears faster than ever before, which is really nice. However, I’m also speeding much more than I used to, so I guess it’s a trade off.

Second up, my car will have to be sold in the future, which is less than cool. I understand where my parents are coming from though; I can see how impractical Shela is. After all, the relationship lasted over two years and I’ll treasure her forever. I vow, however, to buy a Porsche if at all possible in the future. Which sort of ties into the third bit of news.

I’ve been accepted into Trinity University. It’s ranked number two in the state (Rice being the first, of course) and I’m pretty proud just to be accepted. I did get offered a scholarship as well; something like 8,500 a year for a total of 34,000. That’s definitely a perk. Yet, I’ll be so incredibly broke after college, I have no idea what I’ll do. Well, actually, I do. I will join the Air Force. I mean, seriously, it’s been my goal to join the armed services at some point. And I don’t want to do it now. Along with financial benefits (college hours = military bonus), it’s not a bad deal. Plus, I’ve always wanted to fly planes. I’d have to get Lasik first, but I’m hoping that it’ll be covered by insurance in a few years as the price continues to drop each quarter.

High school has always been a joke, really. And in that sense, it’s even more of a joke than before. With only a few more months to go, all of the seniors (and graduating juniors) are set to cruise control. Let me break down my day:
1st period – History – I show up and watch movies
2nd period – PE – I’m the aid, so I sit in the office and sleep for an hour
3rd period – Economics – Mr. Gonzales, my teacher, does not use articles or plural rules when he speaks; regardless, he gives worksheet assignments
4th period – Anatomy and Physiology – We cut up a cow eyeball, but usually we don’t do anything
5th period – English – Nothing
6th period – Yearbook – I’m the editor, so I sit around and tell people what to do
7th period – Math – This is the only reason I still think about school

Basically, I love this semester. I’m not trying at all. And I hardly care. My class rank is 35 now, which is cool.

So, I guess I’ll see what goes down in the future. Just gotta pray I stay alive for it all — this is interesting stuff.

5 October 2005

5 Oct

This was definitely my favorite movie as a kid.

Nothing is really new and that explains the lack of updates. ViaMedia has moved office building recently to some building off of Big Spring farther downtown. The only other thing is Bailey, our doberman. Since I was three years old, I’ve known this dog; it’s sad to think that the same little dog that used to look like a hot dog with legs and the young puppy that used to play tug-of-war with me is about to die. She had a stroke tonight — the second that we know of. I don’t think that she will last much longer, but it’s probably better that way. Time is almost abstract when I think about our life. I feel regret for not paying her more attention over the years because she’s always been a great dog. Think of the lab from Homeward Bound where the kid (Michael, I think) is growing up and not as devoted to the dog. But reality strikes and she is just a dog after all and I suppose it’s natural. Though Bailey is a part of my family and she is one of the few things that I think of with great fondness.

In other news, my driver-side car door will not open from the outside, which is moderately annoying. Shela is nearing her second anniversary with me; November 16th — I can still remember the day we met. We’ve had our ups and downs, but Shela has been a beautiful extension of my life. I really hope that Shela will be mine forever, but I know that relationships like this aren’t meant to last.

24 March 2005

24 Mar

It’s those little things that get to me. My watch, which is STILL off a day. Fixing it after this, I suppose. My clock on my desk is fast seven minutes. I’m way too used to it to change it now. My stupid belt is ripping apart (thus making it stupid.)

Tuesday it was absolutely fantastic outside. Rolled down my windows and turned up the music while driving. But hey, don’t try to roll the damn thing up because THE HANDLE WILL SNAP OFF. Yes, the metal knob to raise my window has snapped in half. Metal. Great. So, in my semi-rolled-up-semi-not window, I’m cruising home on Thursday and the whole gearshift pulls out of the shaft and will not go back on. So, while fighting it while going 75 on the loop because my floormat is jammed on the gas, I have to down shift coming off. But oh no, downshifting is now impossible.

After driving the rest of the way home by slamming my hand really hard into the metal pole sticking out of an omnious black pit, I finally come to a stop sign where I can rest and try to figure things out. So, while I’m cursing loudly and screaming, “GOD DAMMIT, SHELA WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS TO ME YOU DIRTY BITCH!?”, my semi-rolled-up-semi-not window does nothing to shield the ears of the couple and their little kid out for a nice evening stroll. I felt kind of dirty.

But eh, life is good. I love Shela. But I like Sally even more.

1 January 2005

1 Jan

Well, this new years was exciting. Should be… rather entertaining looking back on it. I will remember the start of 2005 when my brother was arrested for outstanding tickets in Austin. And how he was driving my car, and how it was sent to an impound lot. And how, at 4 AM, I went to get my car, paid 85 dollars, saw it covered in mud and grime, and drove it home.

At least they didn’t steal anything or break my car when towing it. I finally got to bed around 5:45 or so. Couldn’t really sleep. Still can’t.

But besides that, I will remember this new years mainly for spending time with somebody that I care about, somebody who I really enjoy. Pardon me as I go try to take a nap.

11 October 2004

11 Oct

Well, it appears that when I was filling up my car that I indeed left the gascap on top of the car. (So that’s what the sliding sound was!) Which really wouldn’t be all that bad because I mean, I could just stop and pick it up right? So I stop and go to pick it up and somebody runs over it.

Ok, so I’m out a gascap. No biggie, those things are probably what, 5 bucks? Then I remember that I drive a Porsche, where everything costs more than it should. 35.75 later, my gas cap was being shipped to me and I should get it by tommorrow. Well, I hope so. That or I have to use a rag as a temporary.

Thankfully, I got my gas cap in today before I have to go to work tommorrow. Ah, very nice indeed. So I open up the package and I think “Hrm, there’s no metal threading… oh well”. I put it in the tank and it doesn’t fit. Wonderful.

After calling the company and waiting for about 6 hours, they tell me that they “don’t know” and will “check into it”. So, unable to put up with this, I call another company who buys directly from Porsche and they set me up with another gas cap. And this time, I made them check that it had the threading. It did.

However, it will be what, Friday or so before I can drive myself to work? Terrible! The other bad part is since this is a German import, I’m paying 52.45 for this wonderful piece of plastic and metal that is the size of my fist. Awesome!

So, excuse me while I impale myself on a rake for ever forgetting to screw in my gascap. I repeat, if you EVER have a foreign car, don’t break or lose anything — you’ll be sorry.

29 July 2004

29 Jul

I’ll be turning 16 on July 31. I already bought my present, a computer upgrade, in June before memory went up in price. I think the only thing I really want is a prints account, but I dunno, no big deal I guess. I will officially be driving my 1977 Porsche 924 Martini Edition without parents. Although, I still blow at driving. I should probably wait a bit.

1 February 2004

1 Feb

Hrm. I decided to update this layout once more. I’ll make it a monthlyish thing.

Got to drive the Porsche today. I love that car. It’s so… mine. Shela. Mmm. Oh, and then I went to a local punkish band’s gig. They were pretty good musically, besides the singing. That could have been left out completely… well, from the low volume of the microphones, I only heard a bit of it. It wasn’t like a huge party and there wasn’t any alcohol, but I still had fun.

Work tommorrow. Like always. Homework tommorrow. Figures.

Met another deviant from DeviantART in ye ol’ Midland. She seems to be pretty cool. pintri was an intriguing Deviant name selection. Ok, now I will update some iframes and recode some javascripts and then call it a night. Nerdy? Yes. Profitable? Hell yes.

23 November 2003

23 Nov

It’s cold. Just sitting here doing nothing. Tried playing some games, got boring, quit. Nothing is new, just the same old thing. Went to work, came home, relaxed, ate dinner, did homework, and now I’m about to shower. Always at nine o’clock on the dot, if possible.

Yes, I was really this cool.

Guess I’ll just play some guitar and go to sleep, this whole weekend has been boring apart from Logen’s nice 45 minute stop on saturday when she drove my Porsche. Got the carpet dyed back to flame red at the loss of a few thousand brain cells, but still need to get new tires. Lan Action was fun though, won every match except one in Call Of Duty. Dawnvile, the ruined Frence town map, has to be the coolest thing since Medal Of Honours burned down French map. Ah, world war two games. Better graphics, same concept. It is fun killing some nazis, however, most of the time I play as the Nazi on multiplayer — they just have better guns.

Three minutes until nine on a Sunday night. I don’t want to go to school tommorrow, but it was incredibly boring today so anything should be a relief. I guess no action is better than too much.
Papas Deshidratadas!

17 November 2003

17 Nov

I am in love with Shela. More pictures now! Maybe more journals later.

"Racing Seats"

14 November 2003

14 Nov

I had a dream. I don’t dream. I can’t remember a time when I have. Of course, I have had nightmares that turn to reality, but never a dream. Until last night. It was Erie.. I was standing in a thick fog with somebody next to me. She turned to me and asked where we we’re at. I said I didn’t know and then all of the sudden things get loud and we pull out of a cloud. We were standing on the plane wing with a perfect blue ocean below us. We looked at each other and smiled. We jumped, it was peaceful, I was smiling the whole way down. As soon as we hit the water I saw fiery chunks of metal, totally unrelated to the ocean and something like a road or ease way. Either way, I felt happy in the dream. I woke up and went back to sleep.

It was the first time I’ve ever had a good dream, something that wasn’t realistic, that didn’t come true. I have no idea what the dream was about or what it meant, but I do know who was on the wing with me.

90 MPH was the fastest she'd even go

Anyway, back to the Porsche, all stripes are gone! We waxed it and it was mighty shiny. Took it out for a spin, stereo sounded great on the road. There’s little noise inside the thing, surprisingly enough. Got it to about 90mph and it seemed pretty stable. No weird noises or anything. More pictures soon, promise.

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