So this is going to sound remarkably like whining.
Well, it kind of is.
Who wants to hear about how shitty my night was?
I know you do.
I got rear-ended last night. In a car that wasn't mine. And then the guy that hit me drove away before I got his insurance.
Fucking awesome, I know.
So when I got home, my mom FLIPPED OUT -- even though it was entirely not my fault because this guy hit ME -- because it wasn't my car.
There was no damage to either car. We pulled into a parking lot to assess the damage and determined that there wasn't any. Then the guy wanted to leave without exchanging information -- he said he was uncomfortable exchanging information because there wasn't visible damage -- but it wasn't my car, so I told him I needed to get his insurance and give him mine.
Only problem was, when I went back into the car to go get the insurance for him, he drove away. My mom was pissed because I didn't get his license plate number either and because there could have been damage to the car that we couldn't see.
So yeah. Last night was not a fun night. I spent most of the night being freaked out about having the pay for a new bumper, telling my aunt that I got rear-ended while driving her car, and feeling horrible about my existence for not getting his plates.
In other, less sucky news...
I TALKED TO MY ROOMMATE TODAY!!!
She called my cell phone and we talked for almost a half hour. I like her already and I can't wait to meet her.
Also... my friend from Ethiopia came back to America yesterday. His parents are missionaries, so he went with them to travel around the continent and we've kept up for the last four years. He's still just as sweet and funny as he was four years ago when he left. And he got HOT. So I'm pretty much just going to marry him. hahaha.
No, really.
The end.
Who wants to hear about how shitty my night was?
I know you do.
I got rear-ended last night. In a car that wasn't mine. And then the guy that hit me drove away before I got his insurance.
Fucking awesome, I know.
So when I got home, my mom FLIPPED OUT -- even though it was entirely not my fault because this guy hit ME -- because it wasn't my car.
There was no damage to either car. We pulled into a parking lot to assess the damage and determined that there wasn't any. Then the guy wanted to leave without exchanging information -- he said he was uncomfortable exchanging information because there wasn't visible damage -- but it wasn't my car, so I told him I needed to get his insurance and give him mine.
Only problem was, when I went back into the car to go get the insurance for him, he drove away. My mom was pissed because I didn't get his license plate number either and because there could have been damage to the car that we couldn't see.
So yeah. Last night was not a fun night. I spent most of the night being freaked out about having the pay for a new bumper, telling my aunt that I got rear-ended while driving her car, and feeling horrible about my existence for not getting his plates.
In other, less sucky news...
I TALKED TO MY ROOMMATE TODAY!!!
She called my cell phone and we talked for almost a half hour. I like her already and I can't wait to meet her.
Also... my friend from Ethiopia came back to America yesterday. His parents are missionaries, so he went with them to travel around the continent and we've kept up for the last four years. He's still just as sweet and funny as he was four years ago when he left. And he got HOT. So I'm pretty much just going to marry him. hahaha.
No, really.
The end.