Above you see a picture of the intersection. My brother would have been in the lane with the arrow making the left. There is no specific arrow, so a person must yield to on-coming traffic before continuing on. Right away you can see the intersection is not even, or rather a perfectly crossed intersection like you see with most. In the police report it says that the truck had an obstruction in the left lane (a bus) which hindered his view. In the New Jersey drivers manual it states: “Proceed with caution” when an obstruction hinders the view of a driver. That’s quite obvious. Especially when my brother was the 4th car proceeding with a left hand turn and two others right behind him waiting.

Here is a view (below) the driver of the truck would have had with a said “bus” in the left most lane. You can still see the lane making the left. However, if you were in the left lane behind the bus, you probably would have not been able to see the lane making the left.

This pretty much brings us to the aftermath of the event. The police report stated no damage on the Ford F350, and the police officer failed to take the statement of the passenger who stated he saw the driver of the truck on his cell phone. Here is a picture of the Camaro after it was hit on the passenger side:

The car itself drives perfectly fine, but there is no passenger window, nor can you open the poor. It sounds perfectly fine, and leaks no fluids, which I think is spectacular. How hard do you think the car was hit? I estimate it was hit going approximately 45 MPH, when the speed zone is limited to 25 MPH.

Anyway, fast forward to today… She asked for my mother, so being a good boy I took down the number, and called my mother. A few hours go by when I finally get a call from my mother explaining to me what it was about. Apparently it was Liberty Mutual explaining to my mom that the guy did not cut out from behind and passing a bus at an intersection, but rather he was “changing lanes” and passing a bus going 50 MPH, in which she expressly says “you’re allowed to do.” Now here is me, reading, the NJ DMV manual for 2008, and it says you must be to the left to pass traffic, and then return to the right lane when you are clear of all obstacles. Refusing to listen to what I or my mother had to say, said she was going to continue with payment in the amount of $3,200.00. She also explained that the “left” bumper and fender of the was damaged and needed to be replaced do to the collision. Now, I ask: Why is the left fender and bumper of a truck pushed in when my brother was making a left at the light unless he himself was making a right at the light or cutting out from behind the bus as my brother was turning. Those are the only two accounts I can think of as of right now. What do you all have to say about this? Any input would be greatly appreciated. I’ve tried drawing some diagrams and the only thing that I come up with all the math is that the right fender of the truck should be bent in. That assumes he was going stright because my brother was already on an angle making the left.

Heh. As of today after hearing that news, I promptly changed my insurance over from Liberty Mutual to Progressive Direct. Under Liberty Mutual I was paying about $3,200.00 a year under a co-sign with my mother. With Progressive I am paying $1,394.00 a year. Talk about a savings and a half.

Feel free to view all the photos taken on January 20, 2008 with Facebook photo album.

I don’t know what draws me to another person, but it seems to be facts that I admire about a certain person more than the person’s physical appearance. Sure they may be a beautiful butterfly in some sense, but if they don’t have a mind that matches or exceeds mine I probably won’t be interested. The skills they pocess are of much greater influence than anything else in this world that can make me go “woah.” Skills are what really impress me. For me, a person who is well versed in the sciences, has a creative sense is all it takes for me to attempt to talk to someone. However, I’m too shy to even get off my fat ass and take a step in that direction. But there is more than that even when it comes to liking someone. Like I said, one must admire certain aspects, and for me that is mixing the science with art. Two completely opposite poles. Even then I’ll be extremely shy. I’ll mind my own business and venture off thinking I’m not good enough.

Such an event happened no to long ago when I was at the dining hall on Busch campus the one night. This beautiful girl sat diagonal from me, but I wasn’t about to say anything. I was too consumed with being a food whore and worrying about exams. Sure enough in this small world a friend of her’s sits beside me and was like “SATTELBERGER!” Weird, eh? That’s how I met the girl across from me. Our friend was the bridge to creating another friendship. We then hung out a few more times, when I don’t know what I felt. I mean, she was nice, very pretty. Found out she was an Engineer, with a passion for art. That passion also was a gift, a talent. Then one day while she was visiting at work she hugged me as she was leaving. That action shocked me more or less. I haven’t been hugged by anyone in ages. That hug alone made me smile even though I felt awkward inside. Hung out some more, saw her over the winter break. Hell, I even held her hand one day while walking her back to her place and she didn’t pull away. School’s a month in, and I ask her out one night at the diner in the nerdiest terms ever: Networking. She said yes. However, like me, like all emotions, she was confused. I know it’s hard to express, but she’s not sure if she felt something more than a friend for me in the end. So I guess it ended, even so there might hope there. Everything takes time. That’s probably what we both need. I’m willing to take the time. Willing to step as fast and as slow as needs be. Who knows? Hours later from this event, I’m not even sure what to think. I do feel sad because if it wasn’t for me she wouldn’t be confused, she wouldn’t have been upset with herself. Just look at what I do to people. I’m not fit to express emotions with it obviously hurts and confuses people–people you ultimately begun to like more than a friend.

I do have good news though. I’ve lived in the same house for almost 22 years now. In those 22 years I never once had my own room. I’ve always shared my room with my brother or I slept on the couch.

Most of you guys know about my dad’s crazy addition that he has been doing for the last 2 years (going on 3 this fall). One of the first rooms to be completed in this addition was my room and bathroom. But I’ve never had the pleasure of having the room that was built specifically for me. My parents master bedroom was completed about a year and a half ago, but did they move into it right away? No.

Since my dad started the addition I’ve slept even slept on the floor aside from sleeping on the couch, while my parents used my room. Things changed about 4 weeks ago my mom finally ordered a bed that was nearly $5,000 dollars. It was one of those Tempurpedic jobs—form body conforming things with reclining abilities. It finally came in a week and a half ago. But as most of you know nothing ever goes right in this house. The guys who were responsible for setting up the mattresses did it wrong. As I sat on the bed to test it out for my mom, the bed collapsed on me. This is not surprising. Everything seems to go wrong for us. The company who my mom ordered the bed from had the nerve to tell us the floors were uneven in the new section of the house. After enough bitching they decided “okay, we’ll come down to fix the bed.” All they did was use the extra parts provided in the box of parts that they decided not to use the first time they were here.

Anyway, with that said and done my parents moved out of my room yesterday leaving me their old bed and furniture. Their bed scares me, and the furniture is something from the 1940s because that’s what they like. They like all the old wood work, whereas I could care-less about it. I believe it’s called the “soapbox-style.”  As for that bed, God only knows what my parents have done on that thing, and now I’m sleeping on it. Ew. I asked my mom sometime yesterday when I’d get a new bed… and she said “since we paid half your car insurance this year, not for a long time. Be happy you got your room after all these years.” That kind of suck, but oh well. Can’t argue now.

So it being the first night in my room, I found it to be uneasy. It felt completely unnatural for me to be in a room with a bed that didn’t hurt my back. I tossed and turned for the whole night. In the middle of the night I must have gotten up somewhere around 4 times to get water or even to just walk around. I wanted to go lay on the sofa, but my father was passed out on it. Figures. In the morning my mother asked me how I slept, I honestly told her horrible. I’m sure I’ll get use to it in time before we all have to leave to go back to Rutgers.

After pulling all the weeds in the back I began my transformation in preparation for today’s little gathering with someone I met over Facebook purely by accident. I was slaving for hours in front of the mirror and in the shower, so that I may look my best (due of the constant and chronic fear of disappointing her). After all, her assumptions of me where based on a photograph (you can’t see all the angles!).

Funny back-story: I added this one girl, let’s say her name is Alexandria (for lack of a better name of a nameless city, damnit I feel like watching Indian Jones), based on fact that she was an Astrophysics major at Rutgers. I didn’t know at the time that she was an incoming freshman for the Fall of 2007. Having her viewing my photos, she said I had beautiful eyes. Shocking isn’t it? There is only one other person who has ever told me that. I find out she has about as much self-esteem as I do—meaning little-to-none. I don’t suppose that’s a bad thing, but only one of us is allowed to have self-loathing issues around here! Ha. So as the conversations progress between her and me, I poke fun at myself, often saying things that are not always true. I poke fun at my cock to my face to my entire body. For those of you that know me, you know it’s fairly common of me to do such a thing when it’s not true, and you also know I’m joking for the most part (and if you don’t… now you do). I’m just too cool like that. Hell I even told her I needed micro-condoms. I can just hear a crowd of people now going, “What the fuck! Micro-penis. More like horse cock.” (Whoever said that on my wall via Facebook shall remain nameless).

Well, I think I did the job of getting her to lay off a bit because we’re not even going to meet now. I probably scared the crap out of her by always calling myself ugly. To be honest in some ways I do find myself ugly. My chin for one isn’t exactly ideal, but hey, I was still a handsome model back in the day. Even my friend Jelly made a point of telling me she doesn’t like my chin because it scares her or some shit like that. I wish I was in shape enough to get back into the saddle again… meaning to model once again. I miss it sometimes, but other times I don’t even want to think about it. Too much work sometimes, but I do miss it. I do miss feeling pretty. I probably would have disappointed her in some way. She probably would have hated me in person.

My drive down to work was eventful. I made it 40 miles to Route 18 without a hitch. God-damn that construction. To keep my Firebird in one piece from time-to-time I’ll drive somewhat half-assed to stay away from the median. I didn’t do that today because there were just too many cars on the road to be dealt with. I can’t stress this enough: too much construction. Just before the George Street exit they closed the right lane, but just before I got in the right lane this one car with people in it drove right past me on the left. The BITCH in the passenger seat screamed “Hey loser!” and spit. The spit wound up directly in my face. I was like: (1) How did she manage to hit me in the face and (2) ‘dear god what the fuck is going on now?’ They soon passed me, as the right lane ended. The girl who spit on my face stuck her hand out and was giving me the bird until they got off at the half-assed exit for 27 North. I was fucking pissed. Another car did that to me the same night, but at least they didn’t spit in my fucking face. I was wondering if I wasn’t in my lane correctly. I’m pretty sure I was. You know, you have a horn, use it.

Now, 0430, almost about time to do the 0430 Console Check. I have to figure out what the fuck I’m doing. I should just go to Atlantic City tomorrow just for the sake of driving my car 100-some-odd miles to run the carburetor cleaner through the engine. Besides, I really don’t feel like going home.

I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me sometimes. This is the second time I’ve had a person canceled their plans on me the night before this week. Am I that unattractive? Am I that fucked up in the head? What is it about me that prevents me from going out with a girl? Damnit. I haven’t been on a date, nor have I had sex, since my ex-girlfriend and I broke up all those years ago. This is sad. I must suck at life. I suck at being a male.

It is now 0454, I have yet to do the Console Check, but my co-worker already went out there and did it. Looks like I’m doing the 0630 rounds.

So far only one good thing has come of this: It took me 3 hours to detail my car, and I couldn’t be happier at how beautiful she looks. All nice and shinny right down to the chrome rims.

I think I should get off the computer in this thunderstorm.

They also handed out the “Transformers Movie Prequel” sponsored in part by Target (almost as evil as Walmart, but not quite). I’ve taken it upon myself to scan the comic at 600 dpi because not everyone who gets to see the movie gets a free comic book. It’s a shame, so without further interruption here is your download! I made it into a CBR file, so you might want to get the comic book reader or re-name *.cbr to *.zip.

By the way, happy Independence Day! Now, go watch Will Smith kick some alien ass!

Now, as of about 2 hours ago I started working out. I figured why not do it at 12am, since I had work in 24 hours. I started working out very (very, very, very) lightly of course. I can’t even do my own body weight anymore. I could only do about a 3rd or even less. If things couldn’t be any worse, my ass is fat (I can practically palm the fat. Just think it used to be hard as a rock). My stomach lost all it’s tone that I had back when I started college, my caves lost 2 inches. To do a simple jog, 1600 meters took me 14 minutes and 47 seconds. Just think I used to do 3.1 miles in 14 minutes and 57 seconds (I think that was my best time senior year in high school). After I got done with the mile jog/walk, I fell to the floor in a pile of sweat and in sharp pain in my chest. I finally decided to roll over from the pain and write this little blurb. I’m so going back to the doctor and bitching at him.

I wonder how long it will take for me to get back into shape, and lose all the fat. If I can get myself to either lose 25 pounds or lose the fat in my ass and stomach I’ll be trilled. Why am I tempted to work out? Why not? Why not from the day I was told I was healthy? Stressed for one, I’ve had way too much on my mind lately dealing with te RIAA and MPAA. In spite of everything else, I would like to say I’m tempted to work out because like any story it’s all about a girl [/spider-man quote].

Around 2:40 pm it was just me, and this other truck (I think it was black, it was definitely a dark color & Jersey plates) in the slow lane going about 55 MPH near exit 13. Slow, isn’t it? As I get into the middle lane to pass the poor guy, this other truck (white & out of state driver) comes rocketing down the fast lane. She was driving so fast that it shook my poor Firebird. I slowed up as she passed me, where she cut in front of me, and then into the slow lane. Why she did that was beyond me. She then rammed the dark colored truck in the ass sending it the truck spinning into the center divider. I slammed on my breaks because it was only about 40 feet in front of me. Pieces from both the trucks are flying all over the place. I narrowly missed the poor dark truck by mere feet by the time he passed me. The lady in the white truck was still ahead of me driving before she stopped a mile up the road away from the victims she just smashed into. To say the least I wish I had my phone on me to call the 9-1-1. I didn’t even stop. Damn it… I’m bad.

When I got home it was 3:06 pm, I rushed to the news, but nothing was on Channel 61 Traffic and Weather for New Jersey, nor on New Jersey Channel 12. It’s now 4:43 pm and I still have yet to see anything about the accident on any news station (ABC, NBC, CBS, Fox, News 12, etc…). I really hope the guy and his family in the dark SUV are alright. I’ll be updating this entry if I see any more information on the news or wherever.