Cory Wolfe

I haven't gone below 28 when I've calculated thus far. Though, I've probably seen 26 or 27 on tanks I didnt calculate.

I have this feeling prices aren't going to go down much. We are dealing with greedy oil companies, afterall. Plus, it's bound to go up again.

*As rust eats away at the Beast*

It was, indeed, red. A somewhat husky, salt and pepper haired guy was fueling it up at 7 11.

I like Acura... but this is terrible. Absolutely terrible. Acura sure has lost its ability to design vehicles. The current TL was such a fantastic design... This is just a disgrace. I like the wheels and headlights, atleast.

I'm averaging about 28 mpg in the Jetta and that's with maybe 40% highway driving and an admittedly heavy right foot. I'm thoroughly pleased, to say the least, considering what I was dealing with previously.

I think I'm straight... I'm not going to lie.

I saw my first Ferrari the other day. I believe it was a 308 GTS. Ah, the joys of sheltered living here in Brookville.

This is why, I, am glad to be more than just a GM fan.

This one isn't of myself, but my cousin and her Tiburon. I figured I'd show it for the hell of it. And this one actually is of myself.

Thanks, guys. It means alot.

I wrote this on Wednesday for my blog, I'm just going to copy and paste since I don't feel like dwelling on this subject any more than I have to. "I'm going to try to keep this one pretty short... possibly without much structure considering my emotions right now. It's just that, this is the first time I've been home since Sunday. I didn't figure on it when I headed for Dubois that night. I expected to be back Monday after hanging with Salvy and Jay. Come Monday morning, I get a call from my Mom. She was going to see my Grandma who had been in the hospital since last Wednesday for her cancer treatments, or whatever it exactly was. I had wanted to see her and had some time to kill. I wait for her arrival, then we procede to head up to the 5th floor. My Mom warns me that she doesn't look too well, but we get good news that she's off the breathing tube. Upon seeing her, I'm emotional. I couldn't stand to see her like that. This, was before the bad news. After being there for an hour or so, we're finally told that she needed to go back on the breathing tube, but that her chances weren't good either way. She had a rare condition occuring by fault of the cancer where the tumor was growing around an artery and pinching off the blood supply and she was already too far gone by the time they found it. This, combined with her kidneys that shut down after one of the operations meant there was little they could do. If she returned to the breating tube, they said she would have 2 weeks or so. If she stayed off of it, she would have 24 hours. She ended up choosing to go in comfort without the tube. This completely blindsided us. I was shocked, my Mom and my Aunt were in disarray... Not one of us could hold back tears, not even my brother. We had the daunting task of gathering the rest of the family to give the bad news. After this, most everyone in the family came. We all cried. Most unexpected of all was my Grandpa. He's not someone who appears very emotional and I've never seen him show much affection. While we were all standing by Grandma's side, my Grandpa says "You know, I've never seen someone die before". After a few minutes, he started crying as my Aunt's and Uncle's held him. That absolutely killed me and everyone else there. He held her hand after this, of which I've never seen him do. We stayed by her side while taking little breaks in the waiting room. It was weird. Once everone was there and she was being made as comfortable as possible, it seemed like she was getting better. She kept fighting through the first night. I tried to get some sleep in the waiting room while we circulated who was with her. 24 hours eventually came and she was still hanging on without much change. Not everyone stayed. The longer she went on, the less relatives that stuck around. She started to go downhill slowly, but steadilly. When the second night rolled around, I knew I had to stay. She could go anytime and I wanted to be there with her. I tried to get some sleep this night as well. It wasn't long, though, until I was awaken. She passed. I couldn't grasp it at the time. It didn't sink until much later. When I walked back to see her... Well... I can't really describe the moment. It's something I'll never forget. I really just cannot beleive she's gone. I dont know what to do with myself. I feel as if took her existance for granted this year. I stopped watching the races with her and I didn't get to see her that much because of my job. This hurts more than anything. I wish I could have spent more time with her before she went. I swear, two months ago, she seemed to be fine and now she's gone. I'm full of so many emotions. I loved my Grandma and I miss her so much. It's devastating. R.I.P Mary Elaine Gilhousen, a great Grandmother of which I was fortunate to have."

I'm still on the fence... I've got $90 on me and I need to fill up my tank, still. I'm going to calculate it out and see if its worth it. If not, I'll miss yet another year. Edit: So it's a 175 mile trip and it'll cost me a good $70 factoring in food and admission fees. I think I'll have to wait another year.

I only pop collars when I need to hide something.

Well, I am most definitely going to try to make it down this Saturday if my paycheck on Thursday is enough to support the trip.

I used to be a Diet Pepsi addict. Caffeine generally doesn't have much of an affect on me, though more than it used to.

For the past few months I've been strongly considering getting a second job. At my current one, management keeps reducing the Pharmacy hours and since I'm on the bottom, I'm the one taking most of the hit. For a while there, when the one girl quit, I was getting near full time hours. I was happy about that despite still being stuck at my rather paltry wages. Now I'm down around half that and it's really not worth it for all the more I make. However, in 3 or 4 months, my benefits start. I don't want to give those up. So this is where a second job would come in, essentially giving me the hours I want and putting me over 40 hours a week. I could really use the extra income. I have to pay my Mom back for her pitching in with the Jetta as well as needing some things for myself. I figure two low paying jobs are better than one and I doubt I could get too much better of a job considering my current situation. Speaking of my situation, I'm trying to look into getting my GED soon. I've put it off for a good two years now and I don't think I can put it off for much longer. I've got to get on the ball so I can move on with my life. I've researched testing centers in the area as well as classes. Where I'm undecided here is whether I should try to attend actual classes or take online classes. I need to look into each more, to be honest, to know which would suit me better. As of now, however, for what I've got going on, the online classes seem to be a more fitting choice. On the other hand, classes held inside an classroom may be more effective at getting myself where I need to be for the test. Lastly, this one is quite random, but does anyone have any good work out tips? Haha. I'm always trying to get into better shape but a few areas never fail to be stubborn. No matter what I do, I can't seem to improve my obliques and my sides in general. Most exercises I've tried only seem to help my abs, even if they're directed at those. As well, my thighs, while I feel they are where I want them to be strength wise, I'm finding it hard to burn fat off of them, despite how much I bike. I've wondered about running or swimming, but haven't tried those faithfully. Finally, there's my ass. It's flat.

Well, I'll let you all know the Beast had its oil changed once... Right after I bought it. So it's gone 8k miles without one on synthetic. I would have changed it... if I cared. Typically, with my other vehicles, I had changed it every 3k or 4k miles. You know, the cars that mattered.

Early 90s Viper. I never see those.

After two weeks of ownership, I'm still pretty excited about it. I've put over 1200 miles on it so far. I've been averaging about 28 mpg, a vast improvement over 8 mpg. I think I'll be able to easily break 30 on the highway. This has all been spirited back road and city driving with lots of idling and A/C use. I'm pretty happy about that. I also got the radio working and the sound system isn't as good as I hoped it would be with one speaker being blown. I thought about just buying the missing CD changer, but I figure I'll just go for an entire system replacement. I can easily match the factory back lighting with my Clarion's color changing abilities, which is good. I hate mismatched back lighting. Anyways, so far, so good. The only issue I've really found otherwise is that the gas gauge is a little weird. It works, but sometimes it does its own thing above half a tank. It's been perfect besides that. I'm really loving this little car. The Jetta is pretty awesome.

I think your current title fits you pretty well. Me, my member title is pretty boring, but I do like that I have my own member group. *nods*

Very nice car.

Long time no see, Fly. Nice to see you posting again. Pretty much the same. My tastes are diverse and I like it that way. I could never stick to one manufacturer. I love Mazda, I love Audi/VW/Porsche, I love Jaguar, I love Infiniti/Nissan... Even Honda/Acura get some love from me. I could own a vehicle from just about any manufacturer and not have a qualm about it. Except Kia. I couldn't do that.

Boxers, boxerbriefs, bikinis... Cotton, silk, spandex... All colors of the rainbow.

Semi well. I will admit, pictures do it more justice than it deserves.