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[seiberwing]

Yesterday was, perhaps, not the best of days.

First of all my brother's come home (for good this time) and brought his roommate David with him. David is rather like my brother, but louder and more annoying. He also narrates his Pokemon battles. Mom had me put a password on the computer itself and some filtering software to make sure they couldn't look at anything nasty because while I have a gay robot fetish, my brother seems to have developed an interest in furry pronz. Problem being is that she doesn't understand it and woke me up at nine am to do the following.

Me: *zzzmurblewaffles--* *is tugged out of bed*
Mom: We need the password to the internet.
Me: It's *****, I told you.
Mom: No, to the internet.
Me: There isn't a password to the internet, it's just for changing the setting on the internet filter.
Mom: No, the internet password.
Me: *zombieshuffles over to the computer in the next room and pokes at it* Okay, so what's the problem?
Mom: I need the internet password. I brought up Internet Explorer and it didn't--
Me: *blinkblink at the computer* Mom, this is MSN Explorer. This is an instant messenger program.
Mom: So where's the internet?
Me: *eyeroll* *clicks on Mozilla Firefox* *whaddyaknow, it works* Now go away. *shuffles back to bed*

My mom is technologically useless.

Besides that, I backed into a BMW in the Borders parking lot. I was pulling out and he was pulling out and our bumpers sort of bashed each other. At least was nice about it and all, and it was only a scrap and minor dent for his car. As for mine, I'm not even sure that that scuffed paint wasn't there before. *pets her built-strong Grand Am*

So we did the exchange of info thing and Dad called up the police to send a guy down to do a report on it and then drove down himself to help out. It was all actually pretty genial and the other guy even mentioned that there was a big silver truck parked next to me that blocked both our views. Dad figures it'll be a no-fault thing and we might not even hear from his insurance company on it.

Still, frazzling. And it would be a BMW instead of a Ford Taurus or something a little less pricey.

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[oasis-pink-peng.livejournal.com]

I hit a BMW when the parking space next to me went from empty to full in 3.2 seconds. She was sweet to my face and then her husband tried to tell my father (over the phone) that I had hit HER. They tried to get my insurance company to pay for a whole bunch of shit that I hadn't done, and ever since then, BMWs seem to come after me all of the time.


You mess with one, you mess with the herd. Beeeeeee-waaaaaaaaare.....

[seiberwing.livejournal.com]

I got pictures of my car and his on my camera phone, and the cop made an Offical Taping of what he'd seen (no actual police report, because we were on private property). So there's decent proof that I didn't do that much.

He still said it would be between a thousand and two thousand dollars to fix, but he wasn't pushy about it or anything. And he was this random Indian guy from New Jersey who seemed as clueless as I was about the whole process.