It's the season...for car troubles.
So this is the first time someone has overestimated my driving skills instead of underestimated.
I should have known better, I really should have. I should have told my parents, but it was 6:15 in the morning. I was surprised I was actually functional.
So my boyfriend drives to work because he has to work at 7:00, giving me the car to drive home.
Five minutes later I'm sitting in the Toys 'R Us parking lot, and no, it was not to recapture my youth.
I make a right turn out of the mall area and head to the next light, in the left turning lane. Since the roads are SHIT I end up sliding and rear-ending someone.
Luckily, the guy wasn't a complete asshole--he was actually quite nice and calm; the first thing he did when he got out of his car was asking me if I was all right. He asked me that several times afterward.
So I knocked out his back taillight and screwed up his exhaust pipe...
...but my car...
Left light knocked out, hood buckled. Messy, but driveable and hopefully fixable enough to be functional.
*sigh* I don't know if it will be driveable anymore because we got the car for $1000 and my father said if it was substantially more it wasn't worth fixing.
Hooray for being in car limbo.
Now my boyfriend's screwed though, but I swear to god if he starts yelling at me about driving I'm going to scream...and probably hang up on him. My parents tell me not to think about it because everything's okay, and I learned a lesson the hard way...but trust me, it's not a fun situation.
On a side note, I realize what's causing my depression--the most obvious reason in the world, so obvious I didn't even think of it. Last time I was at the psychiatrist's he decreased my antidepressant...duhhhh.
And now I'm sleeping, because I can.
I should have known better, I really should have. I should have told my parents, but it was 6:15 in the morning. I was surprised I was actually functional.
So my boyfriend drives to work because he has to work at 7:00, giving me the car to drive home.
Five minutes later I'm sitting in the Toys 'R Us parking lot, and no, it was not to recapture my youth.
I make a right turn out of the mall area and head to the next light, in the left turning lane. Since the roads are SHIT I end up sliding and rear-ending someone.
Luckily, the guy wasn't a complete asshole--he was actually quite nice and calm; the first thing he did when he got out of his car was asking me if I was all right. He asked me that several times afterward.
So I knocked out his back taillight and screwed up his exhaust pipe...
...but my car...
Left light knocked out, hood buckled. Messy, but driveable and hopefully fixable enough to be functional.
*sigh* I don't know if it will be driveable anymore because we got the car for $1000 and my father said if it was substantially more it wasn't worth fixing.
Hooray for being in car limbo.
Now my boyfriend's screwed though, but I swear to god if he starts yelling at me about driving I'm going to scream...and probably hang up on him. My parents tell me not to think about it because everything's okay, and I learned a lesson the hard way...but trust me, it's not a fun situation.
On a side note, I realize what's causing my depression--the most obvious reason in the world, so obvious I didn't even think of it. Last time I was at the psychiatrist's he decreased my antidepressant...duhhhh.
And now I'm sleeping, because I can.