November 27, 2002 ~ 11:34 p.m.
Feeling:
Well...watching my own life for the past few weeks has been a wild ride. I've had the ups and downs, but it seems like I've been thinking too much about the downs. I'll just talk about some stuff that happend a few days ago and today.
Saturday my dad and I went to Hilo to get his truck fixed, but the pricing was around $600 so my dad decided not to have it fixed. It was something about the water pump on the fritz. Sunday my mom noticed a strange noise coming from the engine of my dad's truck when we were in Kona at Taco Bell before picking up my dad from work. My mom was getting pretty stressed that day and one thing where the Taco Bell drive-thru guy accidentally dropped a dime while he was handing the change to my mom, he wouldn't give her an extra dime from the cash register, instead, he said he'd have to go around out of the restaurant just to go and pick it up. But my mom laid it off.
Later that evening I went to my Sunday class at church, but before I left I asked my dad to pick me up because I wanted to see if I could get an application to work at the new Dairy Queen in Waimea. So both my mom and dad came in the truck (a bright blue Durango) and we went to pick up mail...and then I checked out Dairy Queen and I was stupid enough to think that they'd be open at around after 8pm on a Sunday. So then my dad went to get some gas at a Shell station.
While my dad was pumping the gas, my mom was worrying about the truck because she didn't want my dad to continue driving it. I was thinking to myself how high strung she was and that she didn't have to worry because the truck wouldn't break down anytime soon. My dad said the water pump was fine.
Wrong. We were both dead wrong.
Just as we pulled out of Shell, the engine broke down right at the turn, and my dad had to pull over on the side. And to make things a WHOLE lot better, my mom had to go and use the pay phone at Shell because my dad didn't have his cell phone and neither did my mom. So she tried calling up my aunt but couldn't get a hold of her, so she called my other aunt and told her to tell the aunt my mom was previously trying to call to come pick us up.
While I was thinking 'oh what a curse I've put on this situation', my mom got back, and my dad decided to start the engine again and drive it over to a small Goodyear repair shop that wasn't too far down the road. So he managed to park his truck there. Then the three of us waited at the side of the road waiting for my aunt. Later my mom and I spotted a car that looked like my aunt's but it just passed right by and we were both sure it was her. So since she passed we all had to walk back down to Shell and wait for her there because my aunt probably didn't see us and would hopefully go back to where we were.
My mom used the pay phone again to call my other aunt who said that the aunt who was coming to pick us up was coming, but that she went down to Merriman's restaurant to the gas station there, which was far from where we were. Yeah yeah and so we waited a few more minutes until my aunt finally DID come and we finally got home.
And at one point during that little adventure my mom had to point the finger and blame me that my dad's truck broke down because I asked them to pick me up. Of course I knew that my dad's truck wasn't working well...but my dad thought the truck could go on a little while longer and didn't expect it to break down that soon. But, my dad saved my skin or rather, potential emotional breakdown and told my mom that it wasn't my fault, and that the truck would break down anyway and that it was better he got stuck on the road there in Waimea rather than if he had used the truck to go to work the next day that he might get stuck on the highway. Whoo. Go optimistic dad. But who knew for sure...
But of course I haven't relieved myself of that guilt. Why had I even asked my dad to pick me up that day when I knew the truck wasn't working well and that of course it should have been common sense that Dairy Queen wouldn't be open. And geez, I can't even get an application there now anyway because they already have too many employees.
Why am I always the last to know something before it happens...
Can't take this crap anymore...
Torn
Staying Strong
Heavenly Music
A Filipino Drunkard's Party
Living life »»†«« in solitude...
