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I know I never write in here anymore, and I doubt anyone reads it, but the events of the past week have just been so unbelievable that I have to make an entry.
Last week, my car was hit while it was parked near my apartment. Luckily, only my driver's side mirror was taken off with a few scratches. However, because I went to the police to get an accident report (which apparently doesn't work the same way here in Richmond as it does in MA and I didn't get one), the girl who hit my car tried to make herself out as the victim - I was making her feel like a "criminal." This girl is 24 years old, and owns her own car, and she has her mother call me back. Her mother, after getting me and my parents to agree to not go through the insurance, when I give her the estimate (not appraisal or anything official, of course, just a general internet search replacing this and fixing that), told me she doesn't "have that kind of money!" Well, I don't really care, your daughter hit my car!! Not my problem if you don't have the money. So I've been taking care of that all week, while...
I have to finish a dress, all hand-sewn (check), make major progress on a drawing project (not achieved), and work on my jacket (thank god for my professor in that class, Ms Guthrie, who is so organized and methodical about it that it is impossible for me to fall behind!)
I took out my license, insurance information, and registration to exchange information with the girl who hit my car. I have the insurance information and the registration, but have lost my ID. I even cleaned my room looking for it. I checked in jean pockets I haven't worn in a month. And I'm supposed to be flying home on Tuesday. Can't get on a plane without ID.
So last night, after getting mom and dad to fedex me my passport so I can get on the plane and get away from the stress that is my life, I did some work and went to sleep. I fell asleep pretty early, around 12:30. I was dreaming about something when there was a loud noise that woke me up. I look out my window and there is my roommate's car, pushed sideways into a small tree and the retaining wall around a bush outside our apartment, and a few guys standing around yelling. I woke up Katie and we rushed outside. The guys who hit her car are gone. A neighbor is coming out of her house and Katie called the police. Two guys walk up and at first (since I'm on the second floor I couldn't see the guys faces when I looked out my window), I think they are the ones who hit my car. But I realize pretty quickly they're not: a very badly damaged car appears down the block and turns down an alley, where we all hear the car pretty much die. The two guys who came up to us go get the driver of the car and herd him back to us. Our neighbor, Anne, also called the police and she stayed with us until long after they got here, even getting her camera and offering to email us the pictures when mine wouldn't turn on (we have to make her a really nice cake or something). The police came and took our statements and all that. Thankfully, they accepted my expired, temporary license from when I renewed it when I turned 21. Not only is Katie's car totaled, but my front and back bumpers are extremely damaged and the hood no longer sits right. (In fact, as I type this, there are people walking outside my window who have stopped to stare at the remains of the cars.) They towed both Katie's car and mine, and of course the badly damaged one that hit us. They've charged the guy with reckless driving; although I smelled alcohol, they didn't cite him for that (granted, one of the guys who came to help us said it might be him and not the driver...I said that after the police were gone, it would be me - thank god for being 21 and having an ample alcohol supply sitting around my house). My car has been classified as not drive-able, but without my license, I can't get a rental. I'm going to replace my ID on Wednesday at the MA RMV (they'll give me a temporary license until my new one arrives) so I'll be able to get one when I get back to Richmond, but I'll have to contact the guy who hit me's insurance and there's no guarantee. And as of right now, Katie and I have to be in court to testify about this...a week after I had planned on being home in MA.
Fuck my life.