AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! I'm so excited.

And I am sad. I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, hope that both of those bands come back to Louisville together. But I'm not holding my breath.

Yes, I have my own gun now. It's a Remington Model 597 .22 long barrel with a 10-round magazine. It has a Mossy Oak camouflage pattern on it.

I've actually gotten quite good at shooting with it. Just the other day, I shot a groundhog 5 times in the head before it died. I was trying to put it out of it's misery, but it JUST WOULDN'T DIE! It was holed up underneath the old rabbit pen at Sam's house. Her mom didn't think I would be able to get to it, but with a little help from Sam (she held the flashlight so I could see it), I was able get him. Now I just have to figure out a way to get him out from underneath there.

So I discovered just how much it pays to work at Valvoline yesterday. I got a Maxlife Full Synthetic oil change for a little over $22. That exact same service would cost a customer around $70 after tax.

I also discovered just how little some of the upper management members care about lower-level employees like me. As it turns out, the area manager that is in charge of my store and several others found out that I didn't take a lunch break on Saturday and he told the temporary "manager" Kevin to write me up for it. I have several complaints about that.

First, I wasn't supposed to work at all Saturday. I was scheduled to work Monday through Friday, but at Corey, the previous manager's request, I switched Thursday for Saturday. So it's not really my fault I was there that day.

Second, I was not the only one who didn't take a lunch break. In fact, only Mike, the new guy, took a break. But did Keith bother to look at that? No, because they've been at the company longer.

Third, I was working my butt off the whole day. We were slammed. I'm talking cars in the store 90% of the day. The other 10% we spent cleaning. Plus, I was training Mike on how to do everything bottomside. And when he went on break, I covered for him in the pit.

Fourth, Keith is all about SuperPro, the set of guidelines that we have to follow for EVERYTHING. But part of SuperPro is that before you give someone a write-up, you give them a verbal warning. I was given no such verbal warning.

Fifth, Keith has no idea what it's like being a technician like me. He sits in his air conditioned office all day. He doesn't know what it means to put in a hard day's work, toiling and sweating in the pit. I would pay to see him down there, trying to do an oil change. I bet I can do it in half the time he can.

Anyway, I'm done with my rant. Thanks for listening. I feel better now.

So my birthday is in exactly one month. I'm excited. I can't decide what I want, though. I might ask for drop shocks for my truck. Or maybe for some tools. I know my brother is probably getting me Gears Of War. I kinda want a portable air compressor and some air tools. That would be cool. I wonder if I'm gonna get any kind of party, or if it will just be the same thing as every year: just like any other day except my parents give me presents and buy me dinner. I think the last birthday party I had was when I turned 13 and we went to Lazer Blaze. And none of my friends showed up. Oh well. Presents are cool.

Hopefully I'll be able to fix my transmission soon. I'm tired of it popping out of 5th gear. Plus, it's needed some attention for a while. And once I fix my transmission, I'll probably replace the hose to my EGR valve and then start saving for more important items...

I wish my allergies would go away and my asthma would magically disappear. But that's just wishful thinking. It's time to go to bed. I'm tired. Goodnight.

I love you

So this morning I've been quite musical. I've listened to music, sang along with music, played Guitar Hero II, and attempted (albeit poorly) to play piano. Fun, fun.

Sam said she would teach me to play piano and to sing. I think I need vocal lessons more than anything, but she decided to start with piano. Maybe I can pick up guitar while I'm at it. I'd like to learn piano, guitar, and bass. Then I could really be in a band, not just do backup vocals while standing there looking like an idiot.

I shot at a raccoon last night. I missed, but in my defense, there was a lot of poison ivy and Virginia Creeper in my way. I need to buy me a .22 so I can get used to my own gun.

Actually, I think I'll go to Wal-mart right now to price one.

Metal.

Just kidding Nikk. I would never try to steal your thunder. Anyway, I just realized that I made a mistake in my last post. I do still have to pay off my dad. And I do still want the 350 small black V8 and all the other stuff for my truck.

But...

Before I buy all that stuff I've decided that I'm going to save up for a ring for whomever might become my fiance in the future. That way, I don't have to worry about that when the time comes. So if I'm saving up for new tires or wheels for my truck, I don't have to delay that in order to save up for a ring. I can just be like "Hey, I have X amount of money saved away for that specific purpose. Do I need any more?"

Oh, and now, I'm trying to decide whether I should do all of that to my truck or just get a Z28 Camaro instead.

Metal.
Jonny