My Dad is such a goof!!

He has to drive me to and from therapy because if left to my own devices I will drive myself....aaaaand I don't own a car. I mean, that's what the old me would do. I don't want to want to do this shit. Old school cars are just so easy to steal!!! Gas got so cheap after Auto-Cars became the norm. They run on...something. It isn't electricity, that much I do know. Some kind of vegetable oil? Coconut...juice? I dunno, point is that people don't really NEED to drive anymore. So having an old school person-powered-automobile has become more of a hobby for enthusiasts. And my hobby is...was stealing their hobby. Anyway!! Dad is one of those enthusiasts. And he insists on driving everywhere, says he likes the "feel of the wheel" or some bullshit. We have an auto car! Everyone has an auto car!!! But nooooo. We have to drive around in a Hondayotaevrolete? I don't know what type it is.

We got a flat tire on the way home from therapy. A FLAT TIRE!! Madness. The worst part, he gets a call from the office in the middle of changing the damn thing and just peaced out for like AN HOUR!! A whole hour! I don't know how to fix a damn tire!! I did my best after looking up many video tutorials. He did a once over and CHANGED IT AGAIN!! He said I "Almost had it right, you'll get it someday!". No! No I won't!! I refuse!!

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Talking with Julie was good. She is nice. She actually listens to me when I talk. She doesn't just sit there like some of the others did. I could see their eyes glaze over. I could see them formatting a response in their head instead of listening to me. They were just waiting for me to stop making sounds so they could blurt out their own inane bullshit!!!

No change on the Ultima Prime situation. I am on the fence about the name. Ultima Prime. Ultiima Prime. Ulllllltima Primmmmme. No longer makes sense. It's kind of cheesy but also pretty cool. It's no "Crime Buster" at least. I'm not sure what hero name I would choose. "Bad guy puncher", "Laser Chad", "Stong Guy"...Good thing I won't have to, I guess. Unless the spark test miraculously comes back positive. lol. Not happening.

I'm not even sure what happens after a positive spark test. Nobody talks about it. I know plenty of people who are technically Enhanced and who don't keep their power a secret. I say "technically" Enhanced because their powers aren't really anything to write home about. A friend of mine in middle school could run endlessly. Not fast. He just never got tired when running. Specifically running. Just running. Like, who would want that!? Technically he had an advantage over us normal folk. But compared to even a mid tier enhanced, he may as well have been like us. He didn't really fit anywhere. Sucks for him I guess. I wonder what he is up to, now?

Anyway, on that chipper note, I gotta sleep.

G'night Journal.