Hurricane Frances aftermath
I have had no power at my house since Friday and they say it probably won't be on again till this coming Saturday. You have no idea how stressed out I am, this damn weather has been driving me and my family nuts. My dad is one of the worst people to be locked up in the same house with under such conditions, not to mention he's a smoker. We finally abandonned ship today, I am staying at Gma Frenzel's with Bailey dog and the parents are staying at Uncle Dave's at the shop with the kitties and bird. I just want to be home and able to get ready for school in the morning without having to worry about the location of odd necessities like my art supplies and sneakers, but that's not gonna happen for a while.
To make matters worse, I got rear ended on my way home from class today by this hot rod kid who pretended Broward Blvd was his break out scene fore Fast and Furious 3. Luckily my car wasn't damaged but he screwed up his front bumper pretty bad. I'm not usually a spitefull person, but after I made sure he was alright and told him he scared the shit out of me (he didnt make any excuses or say he was sorry) I was glad he couldn't drive his car home. After that, with the culmination of everything going on, I had to cry. It really freaked me out. There was so much more that happened, but I don't have the energy to tell it. I'm having a hard time remebering what I need for drawing class tomorrow. If the teacher dares to cross me tomorrow because I had no electricity or dry weather to compose my drawings, she will suffer.
The only thing I can look forward to is my trip to Orlando this weekend, but even that is clouded by my exhaustion and fear or other hurricanes...
To make matters worse, I got rear ended on my way home from class today by this hot rod kid who pretended Broward Blvd was his break out scene fore Fast and Furious 3. Luckily my car wasn't damaged but he screwed up his front bumper pretty bad. I'm not usually a spitefull person, but after I made sure he was alright and told him he scared the shit out of me (he didnt make any excuses or say he was sorry) I was glad he couldn't drive his car home. After that, with the culmination of everything going on, I had to cry. It really freaked me out. There was so much more that happened, but I don't have the energy to tell it. I'm having a hard time remebering what I need for drawing class tomorrow. If the teacher dares to cross me tomorrow because I had no electricity or dry weather to compose my drawings, she will suffer.
The only thing I can look forward to is my trip to Orlando this weekend, but even that is clouded by my exhaustion and fear or other hurricanes...