tricounty likes to bust heads

so today i received my 3rd parking ticket. each ticket cost me 25 bucks. I received the tickets for not having a valid parking decal. come on tricounty i can understand one ticket to tell my ass go get a decal but fuck i dont have a job. i pay almost 1400 dollars to take three classes and have to pay 30 dollars to park in the parking lot. shit im thinking about parking a block up the road and walking my happy ass to school. i mean seriously how ridiculous is that!! i mean what am i suppose to do? im broke. i have bills due. im trying to better myself and how does tricounty help?  by slapping my ass and saying pay me 75 bucks or we wont give you your grades for classes that you already paid 1400 dollars for. im writing a letter to obama to see if that mother you know what can make a few calls for me lol

old school vs new school

I absolutely LOVE music. I also LOVE technology, however for the past few years I've managed to combine the two loves. It all started when i went over to my granny Phyllis' house. She had been going through some things in the attic and found a few records she thought i would like. The records were Lynyrd Skynyrd.: One more from the road, Cerrone IV (some funky disco dude), and Peter Frampton. I was like hell yea granny I'm about to go and buy a record player. I went on ebay and found a small, retro looking record player and purchased it. When the player finally came i put on some skynyrd and absolutely loved the sound records make. The sound is scratchy and not anywhere close to the clarity of a mp3. records do have a realness of sound that will make you think the band is playing right beside you. I now have a crosley 300 dollar record player with wireless speakers and a record collection with 100+ records consisting of classic rock and old country. I love them!!!

Disaster

This past week has been crazy! Whenever me and my dad were driving up the road we heard a loud pop. The roar of his truck now sounded like moped with the power to match. As the truck struggled up the glorious hills of anderson me and my father scratched our heads and talked about what might be wrong. "I think it was the exhaust manifold" he said, "no we wouldn't be losing this much power if it were the exhaust" I responded. This type of chatter lasted ten minutes as we creeped slowly down backroads trying to get to my grandmother's house. We eventually made it to grandma's house. We were immediately greeted by my uncle who was standing in the yard. "What the hell did you do to your truck" Uncle Roger said "I don't know open the gate dipshit" my dad responded. After around five minutes of investigation we found the sparkplug had blown out of the block taking all the threads with it, and leaving only a hole in the engine block.