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I went to the Palisades Center tonight in order to purchase Terry Pratchett's new book, Unseen Academicals, which was released today. I got a SCHWEET parking spot right outside of Barnes & Noble.

After locating my shiny new baby, I also picked up a copy of 1984, simply because it seems to be one of those books everyone should read, and I haven't done so.

On my way to devour delicious, delicious salmon, I ran into [livejournal.com profile] spreadsothin and her hubby. We chatted for a bit, but my tummy was demanding fishes.

I went to East, ate my weight in cheap salmon, paid my bill, and went to go home.

Back out at my awesome parking spot, I discovered that my driver's side mirror was no longer properly attached to my car.

In fact, it was sort of hanging by a wire.

No note. Nothing.

Motherfucker.

Called Mom, who said she'd send Dad over to stick it back on, and that yes, I should file a police report.

Locked the car, went back inside. Trekked down to the food court, where I know the police station was. Unfortunately, there was nobody there.

Went BACK up to B&N, and asked if they had the number for the Clarkstown police. Called the cops, and waited.

Dad and the cop got there at the same time. I talked to the cop while Dad duct taped my poor car back together.

The cop said it was a good idea to file the report, even if nothing comes of it. He's going to check the security cameras, but neither of us are hopeful.

This is really more annoying than anything else. It's probably going to be at least a couple hundred bucks to fix, plus a batch of cookies. That's if I'm lucky and Steven can get the parts and do the repair. If not, it will probably cost me more, only without the cookies.

I have the money. It's just that I'd rather be spending it on something else.

Rar. Just...rar.

Travelling

Apr. 28th, 2008 02:21 pm
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For future Manhattan/LUSH excursions, I have developed the following plan. I'm posting it here for my own reference.

Off-peak round trip tickets from the Nanuet train station are twelve dollars. According to the website, the ride takes less than an hour and a half, and drops you at Penn Station. From there you would take the subway to Union Square. At two dollars each way, the total would be sixteen dollars per person, with minimal gasoline expenditure.

The parking garage on West 3rd between MacDougal and 6th is approximately thirty dollars for up to ten hours, including tax. It takes approximately 1/4 of a tank of gas in my car to get to the city and back. Then, there's tolls.

Therefore, if I have a car full of people to split the parking fee, tolls and possibly gas, driving into the city is more cost effective. If it's just myself and one or maybe two other people, the train is the better option.
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I have a question for my fellow Geico customers. Did they send you five million insurance cards when you signed up for your policy? So far I've gotten a faxed copy, an e-mailed copy, two sets of two with my policy details, and today I got three more sets of New York cards, along with two sets of New Jersey cards! I've never EVER lived in Jersey!

My brother had a similar experience, except he doesn't think he got Jersey cards. Has anyone else had this happen?
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Last night, I passed another Adult Milestone. I got my own car insewerants!

I went to Geico; they had the lowest rates of all the quotes I got. Unfortunately, I'm a spazz, and I made when I entered my info into the website, and I ended up getting about five different quotes within a twenty minute span. I still can't figure out how that happened...

Slightly frustrated, I called the hotline. I spoke to a very nice young lady, whose name I completely forgot to ask. Oops! Anyway, she hooked me up. I now have full, comprehensive coverage, including full glass coverage, a rental thing if my car breaks, AND roadside assistance. Even after taking my recent accident into account, I'm still paying slightly less than I was on my parents' policy before the accident!*

The girl I spoke to was very easy to understand, and it all took less than half an hour. I HIGHLY recommend getting a quote on the website, but if you decide to buy from them you should call. My rate ended up being less than any of the quotes I had gotten from the website!

My Awesome Mother is going to the DMV this afternoon to switch the car into my name. As of about 6PM tonight, Celine will be (officially) mine, all mine! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

*My mother would pay the insurance in full every six months or whatever, and I would pay her back on a monthly basis. If I did the monthly thing with Geico it would be a bit more, but I have a plan! I put the payment for my first six months on my brand new introductory 0% APR credit card, and I set up my savings account to automatically withdraw 1/6th of my next payment on the first of every month from my checking account. This way, when my renewal date rolls around, the money will be ready and waiting in my savings account, AND it will have been earning interest the whole time! I thought it was a pretty brilliant plan, myself. :)
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Last Sunday, I changed the oil in my car, all by myself! Dad stood there and told me what to do, and I did it all perfectly!

This whole "diet" thing sucks like you wouldn't believe. I miss my chocolate, and my coffee, and Mommy's tomato sauce, and my CHOCOLATE! However, I have yet to *ahem* "cheat." Hard to believe, isn't it?

Let's see, what else? Ahh, yes. Obligatory grade report:
T'ai Chi: B- (considering I missed two classes, that's pretty damn good)
Writing therapy: B (also pretty damn good, considering my lack of any real effort)
Fantasy From the Hobbit to Holes: A (of course!)
Sign Language: A
Intro to Fiction: A

I think my overall GPA is somewhere near a 3.6, or something.

In other news, the squirrel in my front tree is trying to take over the world. I'm sure of it.
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Remember a few days ago when I posted that I had to get rid of my car? Well, as it turns out, I get to keep her. And no, there are no drugs in the back seat.

We went to the dealership on Monday to pick out a different car to trade for Celine. They had one choice for me. Needless to say, I liked Celine better. So I asked what the problem was with the title.

The original owner, when he sold the car, had written the wrong mileage on the back of the title. This voids the title. So my dealership needs to get a duplicate original from California (where the car was originally sold) to replace the original original. California, being stupid, is very slow and picky about doing this.

My insurance company had been whining about how my car wasn't registered, so my mother called them and explained the situation, and they were very nice about it. As long as I keep giving them money, they'll keep insuring my car.

The dealership had just wanted to make my life easier by offering me another car, but this happens to be easier anyway. So Celine stays with me, and I am happy.



I spent the past couple of days in New Paltz with Rich [livejournal.com profile] aziraphalesshop. I needed gas when I went to leave last night, so I tried to pay for it with my debit card. It was declined. I figured there was probably something wrong with the physical card, so I used Mommy's credit card and went home.

When I got home at about quarter after eleven last night, I decided to check my account online, just to make sure everything was cool. I should have had approximately thriteen hundred dollars in my account. What I actually had was negative two thousand seventy three dollars and fourteen cents!!

Somebody in Jersey had been spending all of my money on gas and home improvements. They spent over a thousand dollars at a Lowe's. So I woke Mom up. She called the cops, and they told us what to do.

I called work this morning and told them what was happening, and they said I didn't have to come in. Mom and I went to the bank. I signed a bunch of affidavits, they gave me back the service charge they had given me for insufficient funds, opened me a new account, shredded my credit card, and started the investigation. They said I should have my money back in a couple of days.

Then we went to the police department and filed a report.

I put a fraud notice thingy on all of my credit reports, in case the person/people who did this try to mess around with that.

This incident has led me to believe that we should change our justice system. Punishment should include allowing the victims to beat the crap out of the criminals.

On a much happier note, I finally had the pleasure of meeting the Stefan person, who's been sitting over in the big sandbox for almost a year, and is now finally home. He's really cool. I think we shall get along swimmingly.

PREPARE FOR NON SEQUITOR!

Six years ago, there was an offer in a magazine for free jeans. You pay ten bucks shipping, and you get free jeans. Woohoo! Mom paid the shipping, and I never got my jeans. I got a few postcards saying that they were ridiculously backordered and they were working on it, but no jeans. Eventually, the postcards stopped coming, and we forgot about the jeans.

Yesterday, another postcard arrived! All I had to do was e-mail them to confirm my size and address and whatnot, and I would get my jeans. So I did, and they say my jeans will be here in March or April. We'll see about that.

If they actually come, I think I'm going to customize them with patches and dye and stuff. It'll be fun!

And now, time for nap.
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Remember back in September, when I was so excited because I had finally purchased my very own automobile? Remember how I named her Celine, because I saw Underworld too many times, and I think the main character is uber? Well, Celine is leaving me.

We first realized there was a problem when my temporary registration expired in November, and we still hadn't received the permanent registration. So we called the dealership. They said that the original title for the car, which is necessary for registration, was in California, the state where the car was orignally purchased. California kept blaming the wild fires for not getting the title to New York, so the dealership gave me dealer plates as a temporary measure until they got California to get off their asses and send them the title.

It is now January. Still no title, still no permanent registration. We called the dealership again to find out what's going on. They called us back, said that they've found another problem with the car, and that I'll have to bring it back and get another one. They didn't give us specifics as to what the problem is.

I won't have to pay anything extra for the new car; they're going to transfer the money I've already paid for Celine over. We're going to pick one out on Monday.

Mom thinks that somebody's ex took the car to New York without telling them. Rich [livejournal.com profile] aziraphalesshop thinks my backseat has drugs hidden in it. I'm not sure what I think.

So long Celine. It's been nice knowing you. I hope you have a good life, whatever your situation is. I'll miss you.

Oh well. Maybe I'll get a better car this time. Maybe they'll give me a Mini Cooper...
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I found out on Thursday that my car has a theft prevention system I didn't know about. Went to go to work, and the little door remote was dead, so I used the key to open the door. Needless to say, the horn started beeping, and the car wouldn't start. Great. Called work to tell them I'd be late, called Saturn to find out what to do. The person who answered the phone had no idea what we were talking about, and told us to call back later when more people were around. So I had Dad drive me to Radio Shack to purchase a new battery. It worked, and it was all good. I'm just pissed that no one told me about this when I bought the car. Apparently there's no way to bypass it, so if my battery had died say, in Manhattan, I would've been more than screwed. Isn't that lovely?

I'm loving the new job so far. All of my co-workers are really nice, and it even turns out that I'm working with an old friend: Lauren from summer theater. She's been there for three years already, so it must be a pretty good place to work.

Saturday I was on door duty for seven hours. I don't mind that much. It's like getting paid to do nothing except say hello and goodbye. Except for the fact that they had me holding the Singing Snowmen. I had to make them sing every time someone came into the store. I started hearing them singing when they weren't playing...One of these days they're going to find me violently murdering a set of Snowmen with a sharp object, all the while singing "We Wish You a Merry Christmas."

A lady came into the store looking for a Police man ornanment. We have a firefighter one, but no Police. So we started talking about how it's unfair that firefighters get all the merchandising, and cops don't. She said, "But you know who it is who throws all those cats up the trees? It's the firefighters!" It was the funniest thing I heard all weekend!

Today, I was the Queen of Hanukka card Restocking. I made that display look gooooood. Assistant Manger Chris was trying to start with me all day, saying I shouldn't have to carry heavy boxes because I was a girl. He knows I could take him, though.

I'm off to find more ways I can put off writing my paper on Hamlet. Oh the joys of procrastination!
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So let's see now, where to begin?

Saturday Mommy and I went car shopping at the Saturn dealership in West Nyack. She got her car there, and has been very happy with the service. We got there, and within and hour, I had a car picked out, financing taken care of, and a deposit put down on it. That's right, people. I'm getting my very own car!
It's a 1999 Saturn SL2. It's in very good condition, and it's this really pretty blue color. You know what the best part is? IT GOES! Uphill, even! I won't have to floor it to get onto the Palisades! ::Happy Leslie Dance::

After car shopping, we went to the mall for a bit, and I helped Mommy clothes shop. Then we went home, and went grocery shopping. After that, I got ready to go to Rich [livejournal.com profile] aziraphalesshop's house for dinner.

I was driving my mom's old car, a Mercury Mystique, down 304 on my way to his house. Across from Dr. Davie's farm, there was a car, stopped dead in a 55mph zone, with no flashers or brake lights. I hit my brakes, and my car didn't stop in time. BANG! My airbags deployed. I think that was the scariest part of the whole thing, the airbags coming out. I somehow managed to get myself out of the car. There was an off-duty police officer who helped me to the side of the road, where I just sort of collapsed.

In order to make a long story, much of which I don't remember, short, I'm fine, the guy I hit is fine, his bumper has some scratches on it, and the Mercury is totalled.

How'd that happen, you ask? Well, when the airbags went off, they practically shattered the windsheild. If they hadn't deployed, the bumper just would've been cracked, and everything would've been hunky dory. However, it costs somewhere in the vicinity of twelve hundred bucks to replace a windsheild, and the car was only worth thirteen hundred, well, you get the picture. It just wouldn't have been worth it.

Anyway, went back to my house, got cleaned up a little, got Rich to come get me, went back to his house, had dinner with the family, stayed the night there, did some random stuff on Sunday, came back home Sunday night.

I got home, and Dad said he has a surprise for me. He sits me down, tells me to close my eyes, and hold up my hands. He put something in my lap, then told me to open my eyes. I did, and there was a guitar case on my lap, with a guitar inside! It's an acoustic, it's very pretty, and it just needs a little fixing up. I think it's been sitting in someone's attic for some time, but it's in very good condition. The strings need replacing, and the neck needs to be re-adjusted, but it's perfect otherwise. One of Dad's friends gave it to him for me. I have to write a thank you note, but it would be useful to know the name of this person first.
So it turns out my Dad does have some redeeming qualities.

Steven's a little mad at me because I smashed up "his" car, but he really shouldn't be. He's getting a 2000 Saturn to replace it. We're going to have a fleet of Saturns in our yard.

Oh, and I also got a phone call from Lars Lunde. He couldn't get in touch with the head of the fairies guild. It seems she's fallen off the face of the planet. However, he said "I think you qualify. I'll let you in. Call me back and we'll make arrangements." WOOO! I'm in a guild!

That's all folks!

BOOM!

Jun. 5th, 2003 12:27 pm
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Steven got in a car accident yesterday. He's fine, but the car's not. At this point, it looks like they'll be able to fix it. He may lose his license, though, because he's still on that six month "new driver" probation.

That was Mom's car, the Saturn. We also have a Mercury, the "kids' car." Mom still owns it, but Steven and I drive it mostly. That's in the shop today as well, under investigation for strange noises. Since I refuse to drive Dad's 13 passenger van, it looks like I'm stuck here for the time being. Oh well, I've been looking for the impetus to continue unpacking...

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