Where Have I Been?

The past few months I have fallen off the Blogger radar. Between moving and fighting with my wireless internet, I admit...I've been slacking. But, I believe I'm back!!! LoL. The mere thought of attempting to catch my blog up to date...makes me want to lay my head on the desk and grumble. Let's see what I can do:

> I have moved into a new apartment, which I like very much. My roomie and I get along. I have the place to myself for the most part (I seem to room with girls involved in serious relationships). Even though we've been living in Apt 132 for about a month now, I still have boxes to unpack. Desperately need a computer desk. The people in charge of the apartment complex make me smile. Any notices/updates/information/flyers get taped to our front door. LoL wow, am I not already used to that??? At least these people are polite and professional...and not bitchy and psycho. :oD

> I hate my car. Well. I hate the people that "fix" my car. After all that car drama a few months ago, I thought I was in the clear. Not so much. My car battery died a few weeks ago. Dead. Died. Dead'r n'shit. Warren and I took my car to the usual car place. I told them: 1) The battery is donesky. Had to jump my car off just to make it here 2) Speedometer is not working anymore 3) All my warning lights come on when I go over any bump 4) While the Buick is in the shop, go ahead and change the oil. I'll come back in a few days. Peace out. I drove my mom's car. Pimping in the Pontiac. A week goes by, they finally call to say the Buick is ready. Mom goes and picks it up. I meet her at Magoo's to exchange cars. As I try to start up my car...nothing. Not turning over. No radio coming on. Nothing. What the HAY-NAY??? Sooo. My parents jump off the Buick again. Take her BACK to the car place. Come to find out, the 'TARDS only fixed the sensor that kept turning my warning lights on. They didn't change the oil/check out the battery/nada. My dad asks me if I told them to check out everything in the Buick. Uh SHA. Yet again, the car people keep the Buick for a week. The final verdict: battery connector things were worn off, the front axle was bent on the drivers side, and something else I didn't understand. What pisses me off...the bent axle and such? All probably from my MF'ing wreck. All could have been fixed MONTHS back when I told the insurance car people that my car did not feel right. Dad's not a happy camper w/our insur people. :o/