The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

Okay, so where do I start? I think I'll have to break this blog into a few sections.

The GOOD
Happiness. One of my problems is almost solved. My dad has deemed to let me live in one of our rental houses until it sells. He's moving me into Number One (That's what we call it) and once Number One sells he's going to move me into Number Three. Number Four supposedly has a buyer. This is good news because I won't have to technically pay rent. Instead, Dad will have me give him the six hundred a month that I would otherwise be paying for rent and he will save it for me and at the end we will get me a new car. All I have to pay otherwise is utilities. Holla!

The BAD
So yesterday I went to work then drove up to meet my dad and his friend Dave to go out to eat at CiCi's Pizza in Roeland Park. I got there no problems, but when I tried to start my car to leave it was kaputt. Which sucked. So my dad tried to figure out what was wrong, but the best we could do was nothing. My dad and I went to work on Number One. Afterwards we went to a Hyandui Dealership. We test drove an Accent. I liked it okay, it was green, but it didn't have power anything. Which I wasn't fond of. But personally I figure as long as it runs who cares.
Today my dad went back to where we left the car and my dad was able to get it to run after he put 5 gallons of gas into it. No it wasn't low on gas, turns out there seems to be a problem with the pressure. I was worried that because my dad got it fixed... somewhat, that he would make me continue to deal with the Shittiness that is Rags (which is the name I gave my car lately because it wants to die so bad just like the dog, Rags, on Spin City). I am just so tired of trying to keep up with the payments to keep up with the increasing falling-apart-ness of my car. Turns out he's of the same mindset as me which is "Trade the junker in". Holla!

The UGLY
I'd like to think I've learned a valuable lesson. Which is to go somewhere nice to get you hair cut. And Great Clips... don't count. Yeah, I'm not loving my hair. I was told by one of the guys in the office I look like the chick from the cover of Pulp Fiction. It wasn't the look I was going for. Ah well.