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I hate it when people treat me like I'm naive and don't understand their problems.
Hmpf.
And now on top of never seeing my best friend, I'm also fighting with her.
Hmpf.
I also hate filling out insurance forms.
My mom thinks I should not have admitted fault in my "car accident" which is pretty funny considering I pretty much reversed my car right into the guy's Scion XB (stupid purple box-car)
anyways, she says he shouldn't have been "dope-ing off" and that he should have been "driving defensively". I personally don't think that would fly in a court of law or whatever the hell kind of court you go to to fight over who caused an accident.
The bottom line is whoever gave me my license in the first place was a big moron. (but thank you for letting me have it anyways)
And, okay, okay, maybe I don't understand everyone's problems all the time (that's impossible) but I atleast try very hard to understand.
anyways, I'm very excited about softball on Wednesday because everyone I like will be there, except a few people who have to "fucking work!" as well as some people I couldn't get a hold of, like Mick Jagger & stuff.
I decided I'm jealose of people with longer names who have shorter nicknames that only their closest pals call them. Like, I don't know, Elizabeth and Liz, you know? I think it would be like a cool step in the relationship once someone moves from calling you Elizabeth to Liz. You'd probably feel really good, like extra close or something. Unless of course, you were introduced as Liz and they started calling you Liz right off the bat. Well my point is, I wish my name was Annabelle or something.
I have to go to the local copy machine place and make some copies. Of (what else) insurance and accident forms. And I have to go now before my mom kills me.
so, BYE!
Hmpf.
And now on top of never seeing my best friend, I'm also fighting with her.
Hmpf.
I also hate filling out insurance forms.
My mom thinks I should not have admitted fault in my "car accident" which is pretty funny considering I pretty much reversed my car right into the guy's Scion XB (stupid purple box-car)
anyways, she says he shouldn't have been "dope-ing off" and that he should have been "driving defensively". I personally don't think that would fly in a court of law or whatever the hell kind of court you go to to fight over who caused an accident.
The bottom line is whoever gave me my license in the first place was a big moron. (but thank you for letting me have it anyways)
And, okay, okay, maybe I don't understand everyone's problems all the time (that's impossible) but I atleast try very hard to understand.
anyways, I'm very excited about softball on Wednesday because everyone I like will be there, except a few people who have to "fucking work!" as well as some people I couldn't get a hold of, like Mick Jagger & stuff.
I decided I'm jealose of people with longer names who have shorter nicknames that only their closest pals call them. Like, I don't know, Elizabeth and Liz, you know? I think it would be like a cool step in the relationship once someone moves from calling you Elizabeth to Liz. You'd probably feel really good, like extra close or something. Unless of course, you were introduced as Liz and they started calling you Liz right off the bat. Well my point is, I wish my name was Annabelle or something.
I have to go to the local copy machine place and make some copies. Of (what else) insurance and accident forms. And I have to go now before my mom kills me.
so, BYE!