Well, my beaten-up-ass car could finally be on the outs. Maybe.

Broke down yesterday on the way home from Gordon's, engine rattling, coolant pissing all over the parking lot where Jerry and I put it after it quit.

Basically, without boring you with the details, it's a $500 fix, unless the valves are bent as a result of the issues my car has, in which it is $1500 (LOL) and I might as well just try to find a new car.

Mechanic is going to call me back once he knows more. I have been here in the office, hands shaking, unable to think about anything else. Hopefully, HOPEFULLY, it is just the 500 and I will have my car back tomorrow sometime.

Josh is in the TO, and won't be home until tomorrow, so I'm home alone for once, which would be great if I wasn't freaking out.

Either way, whether my car is dead or alive, I'll have to deal with it and move on with life.

Jason

Went to the Tralf last night. Saw Band of Horses. You know, I liked seeing them live compared to listening to their recording, where the vocals are so dripping with effects that I couldn't gauge whether the guy was hiding a shitty voice or not. Well, turns out the guy has a hell of a voice, an instrument, compared with someone who just holds a tune well. Very cool.

I went with Jerry and a girl (we'll just call her "A"), but I never felt like the third wheel, even when they were cheek to cheek, being all cutesy.

I have been sort of down on this girl, even though she is very sweet, and very down to earth. Not to mention the two of them have many shared interests. The thing is she has been a flake on occasion, not answering the phone sometimes, not calling back sometimes. Lately things have been turning around in a big way. Reading the body language last night, it seemed like they were into each other, teasing one another and whatnot.

Sure enough, when I got into the office last night, I got a phone call from Jerry after he got home. He said that A told him that she wasn't looking for anything serious, that she may be going away to Grad School, and yet she really likes him. YAWNBOMB. Yeah, A, you might have mentioned that before you started actually dating the guy, and accepting his generosity. I know for a fact that if she had been up front with him right away, he would NOT have wasted his time and money, especially on someone who is keeping it in her pants.

THIS is why doing it the right way is so not worth it most of the time. You just end up getting taken advantage of. I feel really badly for Jerry, even though I'm sure he has not exactly been up front with people on occasion as well. Things do come full circle. However, I really hoped that this would work out for Jerry, because I want my buddy to have a girlfriend he really likes. If he's happy I'm happy.

He said, well, looks like it's time to sleep it off and forget about it. Man I wish I could be like that. I hope he means it.

And yet I feel like I can't say them to anyone.

BOLLOX TO LIVERPOOL!!!

I thought about when I would next write in my journal, and for a while there I really didn't feel like writing anymore. I appreciate a joke just like everyone else, but I wasn't really expecting to have my hopes played with in that way. Really sort of makes me not want to be such an agreeable guy anymore and reverting to stone cold dickhead Jason, who everyone likes more anyway.

In fact, I wonder anymore if having a bad attitude is an issue. There are plenty of people out there who have absolute garbage attitudes about life, who toy with emotions, act like entitled snots, behave like hypocrites, never grow up, and seemingly they get plenty of ass and plenty of joy out of life. Maybe I'm just having a bad mood.

I just wrote a fairly large rant that I have to say was high quality, but I had to delete it. I feel good enough just getting certain things off my chest, reading it, then getting rid of it. Want the gist? Being classy has to do with who you are, not what you wear, what you drink, where you hang out, and who you hang out with. That stuff is just superficial bullshit, and only a total fucking idiot could lick her friend's tit, suck off the doorman, put the pics up on MySpace, and then claim she is classy because of the outfit she wore or the martini she was drinking. So many girls are straight up DIRT but pretend to be classy. Ish Ish Ish Ish.

Maybe this can actually be productive, and we can finally admit what is Classy, versus what is Klassy.