Wow. Weird weekend. Very weird.

Got home on Friday and had to meet my Dad at his building in Philly at 4PM so instead of walking with the OSOT crew, I just hung out with them out front of the school. Rach gave me a hug and told me to call her when I got to my Dad's. Got at the lobby at 4:05 and we drove to the apartment. Turns out that his girlfriend, Barbra, got in a car accident with the new car and they had to have it impounded because it was so trashed so they were down to one car, the shitty black beast. A '87 Ford. We went out to lunch at the diner, 5 blocks away from home and when we went to pull out, we just stopped. I was positive that we got stuck in a pothole but when we got out, we examined the front of the car. Dad stared at the car for a few seconds and just said, "Ya know, call me crazy but isn't it odnormal for one wheel to point left and the other point right? What's wrong with this picture?". Turns out that the tie rod, the rod which holds the two front wheels together, just decided to snap off. We called AAA because we couldn't push it home. We were only 5 blocks away too. We waited 1 hour for the tow truck to come only to find out that it's the wrong kind. We wait another hour and finally, they send the right one. We rode up to Pep Boys with the tow and they said they need 2 hours to put it in. We were 17 blocks from the house so by the time we got home, we would have to walk back so we looked around. To our left was a Bradlees and Blinds To Go. To our right was Blockbuster video. Somehow we ended up spending the whole waiting time by looking through items at the stores. We came back only to find out that the tie rod they have won't work on the car. They needed to order a different one. Aleast they offered us a ride home. They said it would be ready by noon tommorow (Sunday).

We go home and my step-sister, Sam, is there already. Her mom dropped her off while we were at Pep Boys. We went to dinner and came home only to play the word game, Taboo. It's stupid but addicting. I am still the champion of it, though.

At around 1AM, Dad and his girlfriend got in a fight and they obviously wern't in a good mood because of the car situation so they were kind of loud. One of the jackass neighbors calls the cops on us saying that we were too loud. I finally fell asleep at 2AM and get about 10 minutes of sleep only to be awaken by the sound of the door being knocked on. When I turn my head to the door, I see 3 policemen coming inside with no warning. I thought I was dreaming. I asked them what the hell were they doing and they said, "We need to talk to your parents. Where are they?". I point to the bedroom door and they barge in. They make my Dad come out and stand in the light. They let him back in the bedroom and one of the pigs says to me, "Son, your father has been drinking (he had one beer at dinner at 7PM!) and can be considered dangerous. Has he done anything to you??" I just give him a pissed off look and tell him off saying that he had one beer 8 hours ago and he wouldn't lay a finger on anyone. They leave at 2:45 and I stay awake until 4.

Didn't do anything on Sunday. We sat and watch TV. I went out skating for about a hour. Came back and he drove me and Sam home. Came home, played Dues Ex and Rainbow Six for about a hour. Blah.

It's funny. Remember how I told you that Rach told me to call her on Friday? I called twice. First time, nobody answered. Second time, she wasn't home. Saturday, I called at about 8 and no one answers again. I call at 8 today and she's at play practice. Death to the phone.

Thanks to the people who signed the analyzer.

On a lighter note, I got a new Pez dispencer today. The new Charlie Brown.