My Little Babblebox

Well wasn't that just PEACHY. As many of you might remember, on the way down to San Diego nearly a month ago, I was pulled over for speeding in Ventura. At the time, the cop said that I should expect a notice in the mail within 15 days saying how much to pay and what to do. 15 days came and went, and I started trying to find another way to deal with the ticket. Today, 12:45, I call the local CHP. They can't do anything, so I call the Ventura CHP. The person there says that the mailed notice is actually OPTIONAL on the part of the court, and that if I didn't recieve it, I have to be in Ventura County court by the date and time indicated. For the first time, I look at this letter... the date: today. The time: Noon. So I tell the CHPer on the phone this, and she says "they'll probably issue a warrant for you by the end of the day then." THIS IS NOT COOL. By now, it's 1:10, as I call the Ventura County Traffic Court to try and settle this. While I'm waiting for a person, I find out that they, too, think the mailer is Mandatory. NATURALLY, the phones are closed from 11:30 to 1:30 every day. After a good 35 minutes of repeated calling, I finally get through to a clerk(when he returned at 1:50) to find that they DID mail it to me... on Monday. As such, I get a time extension until 9/11(how appropriate). Such is the story of my life.

What... I didn't make a second post? Oops. Good old reliable me. Well... It's been nearly 2 weeks since my last one, and what's happened in the life and times of that crazy crazy Auburnite? Answer: not too much. Work, be lazy, be lazy, work, and vacation. This past weekend, we(myself, my brother, and Mom) went to the San Jose area, went to a much improved Great America(Stealth is fun...), and today, did a double-duty on Waterworld Concord(very pretty, but assholes for clientele) and the Jelly Belly Factory(CANDY up the wazoo, and a Hebrew Jelly bean guide! Jeremy will be proud). Every day with more traffic than I thought possible. Sunday evening was comprised of no less than ninety miles of solid CAR, from 4 miles outside of Auburn to 30 miles outside of San Francisco. Very uncool. I come home to a shut down PC and a funeral: Goodbye Futurama. I shall miss you and mourn you daily. 72 episodes of fun, laughs, and the biting of shiny metal asses...*sniff* I'll be fine. The Simpsons live on! Now, I resume my cleaning of my room, and the doing of odd jobs for money. Until next I blog, I bid you adieu!