everynight turns out to be a little bit more
i went to my dad's house yesterday and went to Mongolian bar-b-q in lansing for my step brother's birthday. i wish i never got full there.
upon returning home, i called my mom to come pick me up from my dad's house. after like an hour, my dad had gone to bed already, it's around 10:30 or 11:00, and i have to be at milford high school to take the ACT the next morning at 8:00. i got worried, so i checked my dad's cell phone (which doesn't get service from his house) and it said there was a message, so i woke him up because i didnt know his password to get the messages, and it was my mom calling to tell us that she got in an accident and the car wouldn't move, so we set out to go get her.
when we get to where she is, the car is smashed in the front, not totaled, but you can tell she got in an accident. the car is hardly out of m-59 on the corner of hacker in hartland. she is crying on the side of the road. and in what was perhaps the saddest thing thats ever happened to me, the first thing she said was "ow," like when a little kid skins his knee and he can only say "it hurts." it was so sad. long story short, my mom's back hurts more than it did (if you recall, she has had 5 back surgeries). we don't have a car for a while. she got a ticket for driving too close, but it was the other chick's fault, she didn't put on her turning signal. so, not only do we not have an income, but we don't even have a car, let alone money to pay for it to get fixed. my arm started hurting really bad this morning during the ACT, for no reason, and it is killing me. my mom is so depressed, she seems even more unlike herself. i am hungry, someone bring me jet's. courtney, come over. i hope there is a thing tonight. oh yeah, i am going to the movies tonight with my inaginary money, maybe i can find some money. fuck man, i wish i had a car or the fucking time for a job, but i would just have to give my money to my mom anyway. sigh. eh well, life goes on, i feel better now. but i still need jet's and i need my arm to stop hurting.
upon returning home, i called my mom to come pick me up from my dad's house. after like an hour, my dad had gone to bed already, it's around 10:30 or 11:00, and i have to be at milford high school to take the ACT the next morning at 8:00. i got worried, so i checked my dad's cell phone (which doesn't get service from his house) and it said there was a message, so i woke him up because i didnt know his password to get the messages, and it was my mom calling to tell us that she got in an accident and the car wouldn't move, so we set out to go get her.
when we get to where she is, the car is smashed in the front, not totaled, but you can tell she got in an accident. the car is hardly out of m-59 on the corner of hacker in hartland. she is crying on the side of the road. and in what was perhaps the saddest thing thats ever happened to me, the first thing she said was "ow," like when a little kid skins his knee and he can only say "it hurts." it was so sad. long story short, my mom's back hurts more than it did (if you recall, she has had 5 back surgeries). we don't have a car for a while. she got a ticket for driving too close, but it was the other chick's fault, she didn't put on her turning signal. so, not only do we not have an income, but we don't even have a car, let alone money to pay for it to get fixed. my arm started hurting really bad this morning during the ACT, for no reason, and it is killing me. my mom is so depressed, she seems even more unlike herself. i am hungry, someone bring me jet's. courtney, come over. i hope there is a thing tonight. oh yeah, i am going to the movies tonight with my inaginary money, maybe i can find some money. fuck man, i wish i had a car or the fucking time for a job, but i would just have to give my money to my mom anyway. sigh. eh well, life goes on, i feel better now. but i still need jet's and i need my arm to stop hurting.