Yea, Dad… I really don’t know if you understand this, but you constantly walking into mine and Kimmie’s room to check on us and be nosy is slightly getting to the point where it’s extremely irritating, especially when you just walk in like it’s your room. It’s kind of rude, you know, invasion of privacy and all that. And I know I haven’t said anything about it, but I’m saying it here; I’m getting very tired of it.
Anyway, yea folks, nothing’s happened here. Well, except a long conversation I had with that guy. I feel like I need to talk to him again, because something he told me has been bugging the fuck out of me even though I know it’s not my place to press. :sigh: yea, I suppose eventually I’ll learn what I want to know. Bye.
So this morning, on my way to class, I wrecked Dad’s car.
Okay… so I didn’t wreck it, because it isn’t totaled. I just smashed the driver’s side headlights, dented the hood, and fucked up the grill.
You’re all probably wondering why. Well, why do you think I’m blogging about this?
Anyway, this is the scenario: me and my little sister, Kimmie, were heading to Binghamton to my class, because she was shadowing me today. I was driving, OBVIOUSLY, and I was going down I88 west at about 75mph.
Here’s what happened. You all know that bend in the road RIGHT BEFORE the reduced speed area in Port Crane? Well, that’s how far I got. Anyways, there’s a bridge, so the ground RIGHT BEFORE is is actually a steep hill-thingy. So, up from it, out of nowhere, pops a young buck. And, no, he didn’t stop there. He glanced at us, and took off across the highway RIGHT in front of me, and stopped, RIGHT in front of me. I had time to shriek and slam on the brakes, because I did it as soon as I saw him come up over the ledge and take off, but I knew there was no way I was going to be able to avoid him.
I at least managed to get it down to 30mph when I actually hit him, so the damage wasn’t nearly as bad as it would have been if I hadn’t slowed down from 75 (if I was going that fast, I prolly wouldn’t be here writing about it—I’d be in the hospital). Another thing was that the brakes, because Dad doesn’t seem to know how to use them without practically slamming down on them and wearing them down faster, were just worn enough so that no, I wasn’t screeching to a halt like I had wanted to, but they weren’t so worn that the car “leaned forward” because if that happened, I would have added “smashed front and back windshields,” and possibly “smashed engine” to the list. I hit its gut with my headlight so it went flying backwards and landed in the left lane.
Immediately after that, I screamed several choice curses and pull over and called Mom. Holy cow, I was shaking from head to foot. God, I hope that never happens again. Anyways, I did end up going to class.
Want to know something sad? It seemed like Dad cared more about the condition of the car than me. He never asked if I was okay, just saying later on that I was “damn lucky I hit the deer where I hit him.” Gee, thanks a lot.
Thanks to Mom, because at least she was concerned about me.
:sigh: Anyway, It’s 6pm now, and I have volleyball tonight. So I’m going to head over there to try and take my mind off of this. I’ll post more next time something else happens.
So yea… I’d really appreciate it if you took around five minutes out of your day to finally send my dad those laptops that you promised several months ago that you’d mail to him ASAP… I could really use a laptop… it’d make my study life a lot more easier and comfortable too. A laptop would be perfect for me. So… yep… all it takes is just five minutes…
Where did this come from you ask? Being in the college library and borrowing one of their laptops. It made being there so much more convenient. It would make everything so much more convenient… if I actually had one…
Yup… so I’m just gonna wait now… wait for that laptop that I’ve been waiting for since the beginning of the school year
AUGH! FUCK THESE HEADPHONES! I HATE MY HEADPHONES! GRAGH!
:throws the headphones repeatedly into the wall:
GODAMNIT! PIECE OF CRAP HEAPHONES! NOW I CAN’T LISTEN TO MY MUSIC PROPERLY!
(okays… :passes out because she’s too tired to care anymore: sigh)
SOMEONE please explain to me how it can go from 45 to 28 within 24 hours (Those aren’t high to low for the day, that’s high temp to high temp from tomorrow to Tuesday). Please, someone enlighten me, because I really wanna know
(If you couldn’t tell at the moment, Gina’s pissed at the spastic weather here).
Hey folks.
I’m stressed. I really want to rip my newly colored hair out. 
It sucks.
Okay so this weekend’s extremely busy. Tonight I have to do a media project, go to a meeting at about the same time, and then later tonight I have soccer practice. Tomorrow, I have to turn in a sociology write-up, I was SUPPOSED to find an article from a college database by tomorrow, I might have to work AND I have to go to Norwich for NYSSMA. Tomrrow, I have to go to Oneonta in the morning to buy a pair of shoes for my dress so that when I go to Otego at 1:30 later that day to get fitted for my dress (which, from what I heard by the person who I talked to, is extremely beautiful and I’ll love it), I’ll have the shoes so they can fit the hem properly. And then later that day, I have a soccer game. Sunday, I have to go to Candor for another soccer game, and I still have to find the time to go up to SUCO to find an article for my field study in sociology
AUGH I just might end up having to go in on Monday. But I have so much to do in NO time and if this is what I’m going to end up with in college, then I’m really not going to enjoy the upcoming four years. sigh sigh omg sigh.
But, yea, the only good point is that my hair been dyed to a lighter brown. It’s like a coppery honey brown… blech. I’m gonna get pictures up of me in my prom dress and let you see for yourself.
It’s… 20 after 1 in the morning, and I am totally wide awake. I’m not really looking foward to Thursday, but I just can’t sleep. So, I’m writing in this blog, and making cd’s instead. I schemed a lil, and decided it I get little sleep tonite, then tomorrow nite, or Thursday night, I’ll be able to get to sleep early, and therefore I’ll have an easier time waking up at 4 Friday morning. Does that sound like an awesome idea or what?
So, here I am… staying up… yea.
Isn’t this so much fun! squeal I’m lovin it! THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME!!
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