I witnessed an accident today on the way home from Panda's. One red-light left turning toyota corolla was broad-sided by a speeding impala. Whoops. The only person injured was in the passenger side of the corolla, he broke his neck. He was the father of the teenager who was driving, the one that bled all over my new sweatshirt. I hope he lived, because I know how I would feel. I would not make it through the end of the day if I was driving and my mom died in the car I wrecked, oh my word.
The hurricane/tropical storm/poor excuse to steal the brownie made our power go out and then we reported a tree down on power lines so they'd fix our thingamajigger. They did. I
registered for non credit courses because I want to learn another language. I hope I will have the time to do everything. (I painted my bathroom and it's hella ugly right now!) And last, but certainly not least, I sent my last twenty dollars to a girl named
Amy Loch (
wtf_ur_dumb)for five CDs, four of which were for my brother's birthday. Guess what, she didn't send them. Now, I have nothing to give my brother. Not that he's been the nicest person recently, anyway. Still, he deserves a present. Thanks, girl, I have no money. I'm gonna cry.