537 – The Continuing Story Of Bungalow Escort

The Continuing Story
Of Bungalow Bill
By:
The Beatles

Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?

He went out tiger hunting
with his elephant and gun
In case of accidents
he always took his mom
He’s the all American bullet-headed saxon mother’s son.
All the children sing

Hey Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?

Deep in the jungle
where the mighty tiger lies
Bill and his elephants
were taken by surprise
So Captain Marvel

zapped in right between the eyes
All the children sing

Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?

The children asked him
if to kill was not a sin
“Not when he looked so fierce,”
his mommy butted in
If looks could kill it would have
been us instead of him
All the children sing

Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?

Okay, this might be a bit confusing, and things will probably be repeated, but OD didn’t save this entry the first time around, but when I went to copy the second one I’d typed up in here, it saved as the first one . . .  Very weird, but yay to having the first entry!  So, yeah, read on!  🙂  The original entry is in yellow, the new in white.  (March 17th, 2005 — colors were changed because of the background I have.)  There’s somewhat differnet or more detailed information in both, so I recommend reading them both, but that’s just me.

Damnit!!  That song has the word ‘hey’ in it!!!

Okay, anyway.  ::Damn Encore . . . ::

OKAY!!! My car saga.  I don’t remember where I left off, but long story short, I don’t have the Nissan.  Someone bought it on Friday, and were leaving just as Mike and I got there.  But I found an almost exactly same colored Ford Escort for the same price, and it’s a four door, so I like that a lot better.  Plus, this is the best part: you know how on most newer cars, the back windows only go down a portion of the way?  Well, this one, the windows go down all the way in the back!!!  How awesome is that?  I love that in a car.

I didn’t get the loan, I believe because of what looks like will be my yearly income at the Dollar store.  So, I talked to my mom, typed up a contract, and negotiated that she’ll pay for the car, and I’ll pay her back at about the same monthly rate that I would have done with the bank.  And it’ll take me about two and a half years.  That’s not that bad.  It could be worse.  I could wind up not getting the car at all.

       Anyway, I was writing on the Continuing Story of Bungalow Escort.  Well, the Nissan got sold to a family who had bought it and was leaving just as Mike and I had gotten back there on Friday.  I filled out the loan application and my mom cosigned in the hopes of getting me five thousand to pay off the car and have a bit of extra to put into the bank for payments.  Well, I was supposed to find out on Monday if I got the loan, because I’d found another car that interested me.  As you can guess from the title, it’s an Escort.  A Ford Escort, actually.  And it’s the same teal color, and it’s really very nice.  Good air conditioning, good heating, handles very well, and because I was able to put a hundred down on it on Friday, he was willing to hold it for me till Monday, when I would find out about the loan.

       Well . . . that didn’t happen.  On Monday, the bank was “still processing” the damned loan thing.  So, I went to the car place and told them that, and that I should know on Tuesday.  So, they were nice.  They said okay, they could extend it till Tuesday, just let them know what was going on.  So, Tuesday, I wnt to the bank, locked my keys in my car accidentally, got them out with the hanger I got from the clothes store in Airport Plaza, and went to the bank to ask if anything was finalized.

       It wasn’t.  So, at this point, I’m wondering what the heck is going on.  So I asked if the woman could call and see what the delay is.  She did and apparently some final reviewer hadn’t gone over it yet.  When she was off the phone, she said that it could take anywhere from 24 to 48 hours for the final person to look over it.

       So, yeah, that pissed me off.  I should have had the answer, and optimally, the car on Monday!  But I went back down to the car place and let them know what was going on, and the guy there said he appreciated me keeping them updated, and I guess since I am so interested in that car, he said that he’d hold it till Thursday, and to let them know what happens.  I said I would.

       Today, I went over to the bank when I got off work, and found out that the loan was finalized, but for only just over half of what I’d asked for because of the income I make.  I guess they’re worried I won’t be able to make the payments?  ::Shrugs::  Not to mention that they need a pay stub from both me and my mom, and the make, model, and VIN number of the car.  Which I’d already given to the woman previously!!!   So she should have had it!  Grr!  Well, I thanked her, said goodbye, and left, already ormulating another plan.  I walked home, ranting to myself about how banks were stupid and such, went in the house, asked Mike to get the printer, and booted up my laptop.  I typed up a contract for my mom and me, saying that if she loaned me the money to buy this car, I would pay her back $150 a month starting in November.  So, yeah, luckily, she went for it.  So tomorrow, I’m going back o the car place with her, (ugh . . .) and I’ll drive home in my new car.  I just hope I’ll be able to drive it on Tuesday . . .

And in an interesting development, Mike said that he’d talked to Dan, and that Dan might be willing to buy the Smiley mobile.  I don’t know.  I’ve sensed something different about Dan lately.  The past few times we’ve spoken.  He’s seemed more . . . receptive, I suppose.  Long story short, since everything that’s hppened, I’ve not been willing to trust him at all.  With good reason, I say.  Mike and I have talked about it more than a few times, where he’s said that I should be more willing to try again, and I’ve told him under no un

certain terms that I’m not at all inclined to trust someone who makes no eforts at gaining my trust, or being someone I can see as trustworthy, and I let him know that Dan was making no efforts to appear as either.  Mike usually counters with Dan not seeing ither of us with any regularity, which I come back with a sarcastic, “Well, that’s a great way to treat family.”  (No, I’m not including myself in that statement.)  And it usually goes on like that.

The last time we had a talk like that was about three weeks ago at Veteran’s Park.  Since then, I talked to Dan on the phone once, and he came here yesterday, both times, obviously looking for Mike.  And, I don’t know, he seemed . . . friendlier.  Like he was making that effort.

Don’t get me wrong.  A suspicion and a couple times of him potentially making said effort aren’t going to assuade me into trusting him, but who knows?  I don’t feel as uncomfortable around him anymore, so I suppose that’s progress.

I know that I’d be willing to make the effort at friendship if I honestly thought somthing would come of it.  But I’ve done that before, and my own reservations and unsettled feelings from what had happened in the past with him, as well as his behavior kept that from happening.  And as I may have mentioned a paragraph or two up, I’m not inclined to trust someone I’ve opened up to in the past and been screwed over by.  So, if what I’ve heard is true, and he is bothered by how I think of him, and does want to make an effort at friendship, or at least as peaceful acquaintances, so be it.  But he has to come to me if he wants it accomplished.

       In an odd turn of events, Mike told me that Dan may be willing to buy my Smiley mobile.  And you know, I’m honestly considering it.  I’d want him to paint over it.  The Smiley is MY trademark.  That’d be my only thing.  He’d have to paint over the smiley.  But anyway, I find it kind of interesting.  Mike and I had a conversation about three weeks ago or so about Dan, and my discomfort around him.  It was a same old, same old for a lot of it.  Mike wishes that I’d give Dan more of a chance, but I say after everything I went through because of him, I’m not inclined to trust or feel comfortable around him.  And that if Dan did want ay kind of friendship with me, it would have to be off his initiative, and his efforts.  I feel I’ve wasted mine already, and am not inclined to do it again.  To which Mike responds either a) why should Dan try if he thinks he won’t get anywhere? or b) what could he try that I’d accept? or c) he is trying, but he’s not around that often to make these attempts.

       To the first, I say that if everyone didn’t do something because they thought thy wouldn’t get anywhere, we’d still be in the stone age.  Part of being human is experimentation.  I mean, Stephen King wouldn’t be a household name if he’s just written his novels, but thn figured, “Nah, I don’t think people’ll accept it, so I won’t bother sending it in.”  Yeah, extreme example, but it does just go to show that if you don’t try, of course you won’t get anywhere.

       To the second . . . honestly, yes, that one stumps me.  I don’t know what Dan could do or say that I would accept.  Either as sincere, or as truth.  But again, does that mean he shouldn’t make an attempt?  Of course I’m not gonna trust him immediately.  I’d be a fool to do so, and I’m tired of placing my trust foolishly.  I don’t know what he could do, but at least seeing that he was doing something would show me something.

       To the third, I usually have a sarcastic, “Yeah, it’s great that he makes such room to see his own brother.”  Because him not being around also means that he’s not around Mike that much.  I know, doesn’t have anything to do with the situation between myself and Dan, but I do find it offensive that he appears to have room in his life for all these other things, for work, for Jess, for other people, other places, yet where does he see Mike?  He doesn’t.  Merely talks to him over computer games that they play online.

       And that’s called being close?  Someone please explain to me how that’s figured.  Please?

       But since that conversation Mike and I had at Veteran’s, Dan and I talked on the phone, and he was over here yesterday looking for Mike.  (See above last paragraph of yellow for the remainder.)

In other news, for about a week, my knee’s been bothering me.  I don’t know what’s up, but there are times when I’m limping and can’t walk properly because it hurt that much.  But for the past couple of days, it’s actually been okay.  There was maybe one occurance a day of it getting to the point where I couldn’t stand on it.  It really bothers me, though.  I like my mobility.  I don’t want to lose that.  Yeah, I know, I’m excessing the situation needlessly.  But I think in extremes.  Honestly, paralysis would probably be the one disabling factor that I could deal with best.  Yeah, I couldn’t run, or walk, or dance, or roller blade, or things like that.  But you know what?  With practice, I could still play badminton, or tennis, or ping pong, etc.  I could still sing.  I could still write, draw, all the things that I love doing when sitting down, or just lounging.

I say that there are some people, no matter whta else you think about them, you’ve gotta admire the fact that they’re able to overcome/deal with the different things that happen to them.  At this pont, I know of/know four different people with Psoriasis, a skin disease where the cells don’t develop properly or something like that.  And as far as I heard from one person, it’s annoying, and makes your skin really dry, irritated, and itchy.  And one person I know has a severe case of it.  It’s not curable, only managable.  But I say you’ve gotta admire these people for being able to deal with it at all.  I mean, I’d go nuts!  I can barely deal with mosquito bites!  I would honestly go insane.

Then there’s my grandpa, who had to deal with blindness for almost half a century.  Now that takes strength.

God, I can not listen to this without laughing!!  And Your Bird Can Sing on the second Anthology.  John and Paul are laughing almost all the way through it.  I wish I knew why!  George Martin didn’t remember.  He just shrugged when I asked him.  ::Sigh::  I love how I can type that with such nonchalance.  I asked George Martin.  That’s just awesome to be ble to say.

Okay, I think t

his is long enough, so I’m gonna go put the song in.  Bye. 🙂 🙂 🙂