Two in my heart have left me awhile, I stand alone.
Hm. I can be so paranoid and overly sensitive sometimes, and worry over nothing...and I should really learn to trust people that I love instead of..other people. Blah.
You know, driving with no one in the passenger seat but two people in the backseat feels pretty awkward. Especially when creepy McDonald's workers peer into the back of your car. Crazy people come out at night..crazy people who walk up to you and say that they like your shoes (even though there are 834597839071393509292 other people with the same ones), show you their own as if you have some special bond, and then make weird squishy noises.
I'm so tired of my car having an ugly face. I went to the Webster police department and shelled out $6 to get the accident report. It says that I was stopped, so the insurance company can't even try that "we think that you ran into the car in front of you before the car behind you pushed you into it" bullshit. So I call them up to figure out what's going on, and they say that they haven't called me back and no progress has been made because they can't get the accident report..right. I'm 18 and I had no trouble getting it. Okay, whatever. So I get my dad to fax it to them, and now supposedly things will advance and hopefully I'll get a little closer to the part where they pay for the damage to my car.
You know, once my car is fixed, I really won't mind driving around at all. I mean, I didn't like driving this car at first because I was just learning how to use a standard. Then right when I started to get the hang of it and enjoy it, BAM. Caught in a domino effect collision on the way home from COM. Gas money would still be nice though..though I probably wouldn't care about that either if I had a job. I think I'm finally getting to that stage where I give up on trying to get hired at some place where working might actually be enjoyable (where everyone else my age wants to work) and just end up settling and working at some crappy place.
You know, driving with no one in the passenger seat but two people in the backseat feels pretty awkward. Especially when creepy McDonald's workers peer into the back of your car. Crazy people come out at night..crazy people who walk up to you and say that they like your shoes (even though there are 834597839071393509292 other people with the same ones), show you their own as if you have some special bond, and then make weird squishy noises.
I'm so tired of my car having an ugly face. I went to the Webster police department and shelled out $6 to get the accident report. It says that I was stopped, so the insurance company can't even try that "we think that you ran into the car in front of you before the car behind you pushed you into it" bullshit. So I call them up to figure out what's going on, and they say that they haven't called me back and no progress has been made because they can't get the accident report..right. I'm 18 and I had no trouble getting it. Okay, whatever. So I get my dad to fax it to them, and now supposedly things will advance and hopefully I'll get a little closer to the part where they pay for the damage to my car.
You know, once my car is fixed, I really won't mind driving around at all. I mean, I didn't like driving this car at first because I was just learning how to use a standard. Then right when I started to get the hang of it and enjoy it, BAM. Caught in a domino effect collision on the way home from COM. Gas money would still be nice though..though I probably wouldn't care about that either if I had a job. I think I'm finally getting to that stage where I give up on trying to get hired at some place where working might actually be enjoyable (where everyone else my age wants to work) and just end up settling and working at some crappy place.