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Wow, it's been a long time since I have written. I feel like I should update you guys on everything recent that has happened/been going on
with me.
This is long, hopefully I can keep you interested.
This semester will either be strangely easy, or very hard. So far, I haven't had any problems. It's a lot more work than last semester, but then again, I'm am taking 4 more hours. All I know is that I do not look forward to this semester being over and the summer beginning because this summer will most likely be long, uneventful, and a lot of working.
Speaking of work, I am trying to decide if I should keep my job at the restaurant or not, now that I have a job at TSS. The pay is good at the restaurant, but I don't really think it's worth it. It just sucks because I really love the people I work with, but I don't really care for the management.
Oh, story. So Saturday night, as I am leaving work around 12:50 am, it's raining and I am pulling out
of the parking lot as another guy is coming in, so I slow down some so he doesn't shoot around the corner and hit me. So much for that. He's coming in pretty fast, doesn't see me until he turns the corner, then slams on his breaks about 3 feet from my front end. Because it's wet, he slides to the left when he breaks, hitting my passenger side front bumper with his passenger side front bumper. We both park, get out, look at the damage. He looks at mine, tells me that his is worse, and walks me over to look at his. I tell him that I want to exchange
information, and he tells me that it's no use because we're on private property and the insurance won't claim it. I tell him I don't care, that I want his information anyway. We go back to my car, I write down his info, and ask him if he wants mine. At first he says no, then he says that he will take it just in case, but he's not going to file it. He writes down my info, and it takes him like 15 minutes and he keeps asking me all these weird questions. He's leaning in towards me, and I can smell alcohol on his breath. At this point, I know I should have called the police, but I was too afraid of what might happen, plus it was stinkin' late and I was soo tired. After all that, he apoligizes and asks me if he can take me inside and buy me a beer. I tell him I am underage and start to get into my car. He shakes my head and tells me, "It was nice meeting you."
ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME? You hit me and all you can say is, "It's nice to meet you"!? Geesh. So I start to head home, call my mom and John, and John convinces me to go back to work, get the guy's licencse plate number, and call the police, so that way they at least know what has happened and all that good stuff. So, I get to work, call the cops, sit in the parking lot, and wait. 2 cops pull up, then an ambulance and fire truck, and I'm sure that they are not for me. A few seconds later, I see the guy who hit me run out to his car, get in, and
drive away very quickly. I get out of my car, and a police officer stops me, and asks me if I am the one who called in for the accident. I tell him what happened, give him the guy's license plate and info on
the car, and he tells me that he is going to try to catch up with the guy. I go home, and I sleep all day. Oh, and the police officers and paramedics were actually there for an assault that occurred at my place
of work. Geesh.
So now, I'm trying to get his insurance to stop dilly-dallying around and fix my car. It's not too bad, really. The paint is scratched really bad, and there is a tiny dent. His bumper was really badly dented.
In other news, I signed up for spring break missions! I am very excited. I haven't been able to serve the Lord through missions in a couple of years, and my last experience was amazing. Plus, I get to spend a week serving with my favorite girls and guys. I can't wait to find out where we are going.
This week, I have started working out with John at night. We go between 9:30 and 10, and work out for about an hour or so. I've been running, doing other cardio like the bike or the rowing machine, and then weight machines. I feel a thousand times better already, despite being so sore. Eh. It's worth it.
Part of the reason I have not updated is because I realized that I spend way too much time on this thing. It's so sickening. I mean, it's one thing to use it as a means of procrastination when I need to do homework, but other times, it's just another priority on my list that comes before God. Therefore, I have decided that Xanga and
Livejournal will not be as frequent, which may result in long entries like this. Ha.
with me.
This is long, hopefully I can keep you interested.
This semester will either be strangely easy, or very hard. So far, I haven't had any problems. It's a lot more work than last semester, but then again, I'm am taking 4 more hours. All I know is that I do not look forward to this semester being over and the summer beginning because this summer will most likely be long, uneventful, and a lot of working.
Speaking of work, I am trying to decide if I should keep my job at the restaurant or not, now that I have a job at TSS. The pay is good at the restaurant, but I don't really think it's worth it. It just sucks because I really love the people I work with, but I don't really care for the management.
Oh, story. So Saturday night, as I am leaving work around 12:50 am, it's raining and I am pulling out
of the parking lot as another guy is coming in, so I slow down some so he doesn't shoot around the corner and hit me. So much for that. He's coming in pretty fast, doesn't see me until he turns the corner, then slams on his breaks about 3 feet from my front end. Because it's wet, he slides to the left when he breaks, hitting my passenger side front bumper with his passenger side front bumper. We both park, get out, look at the damage. He looks at mine, tells me that his is worse, and walks me over to look at his. I tell him that I want to exchange
information, and he tells me that it's no use because we're on private property and the insurance won't claim it. I tell him I don't care, that I want his information anyway. We go back to my car, I write down his info, and ask him if he wants mine. At first he says no, then he says that he will take it just in case, but he's not going to file it. He writes down my info, and it takes him like 15 minutes and he keeps asking me all these weird questions. He's leaning in towards me, and I can smell alcohol on his breath. At this point, I know I should have called the police, but I was too afraid of what might happen, plus it was stinkin' late and I was soo tired. After all that, he apoligizes and asks me if he can take me inside and buy me a beer. I tell him I am underage and start to get into my car. He shakes my head and tells me, "It was nice meeting you."
ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME? You hit me and all you can say is, "It's nice to meet you"!? Geesh. So I start to head home, call my mom and John, and John convinces me to go back to work, get the guy's licencse plate number, and call the police, so that way they at least know what has happened and all that good stuff. So, I get to work, call the cops, sit in the parking lot, and wait. 2 cops pull up, then an ambulance and fire truck, and I'm sure that they are not for me. A few seconds later, I see the guy who hit me run out to his car, get in, and
drive away very quickly. I get out of my car, and a police officer stops me, and asks me if I am the one who called in for the accident. I tell him what happened, give him the guy's license plate and info on
the car, and he tells me that he is going to try to catch up with the guy. I go home, and I sleep all day. Oh, and the police officers and paramedics were actually there for an assault that occurred at my place
of work. Geesh.
So now, I'm trying to get his insurance to stop dilly-dallying around and fix my car. It's not too bad, really. The paint is scratched really bad, and there is a tiny dent. His bumper was really badly dented.
In other news, I signed up for spring break missions! I am very excited. I haven't been able to serve the Lord through missions in a couple of years, and my last experience was amazing. Plus, I get to spend a week serving with my favorite girls and guys. I can't wait to find out where we are going.
This week, I have started working out with John at night. We go between 9:30 and 10, and work out for about an hour or so. I've been running, doing other cardio like the bike or the rowing machine, and then weight machines. I feel a thousand times better already, despite being so sore. Eh. It's worth it.
Part of the reason I have not updated is because I realized that I spend way too much time on this thing. It's so sickening. I mean, it's one thing to use it as a means of procrastination when I need to do homework, but other times, it's just another priority on my list that comes before God. Therefore, I have decided that Xanga and
Livejournal will not be as frequent, which may result in long entries like this. Ha.