Entry #783- We're making out inside crashed cars and sleeping through our memories
My head hurts. I would like nothing more than to crawl into a hole and die right now.
Actually, no, that's not right at all.
For those of you who haven't already found out (which may just be none of you at this point, because the school grapevine is insane): I rearended Mr. Franca on the way to school today. On 80th between Simms and the railroad tracks. There was a train stopped at the tracks and traffic was slowing down and turning around... Mr. Franca stopped and I didn't realise that he had stopped. And then there was mad jamming on the brakes and trying to stop in time... and then failing. The damage isn't too bad. His truck was fine, just a few dents on the bumper and he said it was a little loose. The hood of my car is all jacked up and looks like it has a massively ugly underbite. The front right headlight had the plastic all busted out of it, but the bulb is totally intact. I couldn't have been going too fast when the impact happened... and we're hoping that the frame isn't dented so they don't total my car. I got off with a $41.50 and 4-point ticket for following too closely, and I am eternally grateful for the officer, because he was a lot easier on me than he probably should've been. He also said that I should show up on the court date and hopefully they'll write it off as a faulty vehicle and it won't go on my permanent record.
I kept my composure quite well until my dad pulled into the garage. Then I broke down and cried for a half an hour because I just needed to.
I had to learn things the hard way, and I'm just thankful that it happened the way it did. Everything could've been about 80 times worse than it was, and I just keep thanking God that it wasn't any worse. I've learned my lesson and I can garuntee you that my driving habits will be changing. Thank God that my car is still drivable and that it is going to go in for plastic surgery next monday to get its face fixed. Poor thing. I kept looking at it and just moaning. That car has been way too good to me for me to do something stupid like that to it.
And that's my big news for the day. I've cried twice today, my head hurts, and I would like nothing more than to have this all be a dream... but I know better.
My life isn't at all how I would like it to be. I just want to be in college. Iowa City doesn't have much necessary driving...
*sigh* Get me the fuck out of this state. I'm done with Colorado. I need somewhere new.
I can't wait for the Costa Rica trip. Spanish is one of my few passions as of late.
Manda
Actually, no, that's not right at all.
For those of you who haven't already found out (which may just be none of you at this point, because the school grapevine is insane): I rearended Mr. Franca on the way to school today. On 80th between Simms and the railroad tracks. There was a train stopped at the tracks and traffic was slowing down and turning around... Mr. Franca stopped and I didn't realise that he had stopped. And then there was mad jamming on the brakes and trying to stop in time... and then failing. The damage isn't too bad. His truck was fine, just a few dents on the bumper and he said it was a little loose. The hood of my car is all jacked up and looks like it has a massively ugly underbite. The front right headlight had the plastic all busted out of it, but the bulb is totally intact. I couldn't have been going too fast when the impact happened... and we're hoping that the frame isn't dented so they don't total my car. I got off with a $41.50 and 4-point ticket for following too closely, and I am eternally grateful for the officer, because he was a lot easier on me than he probably should've been. He also said that I should show up on the court date and hopefully they'll write it off as a faulty vehicle and it won't go on my permanent record.
I kept my composure quite well until my dad pulled into the garage. Then I broke down and cried for a half an hour because I just needed to.
I had to learn things the hard way, and I'm just thankful that it happened the way it did. Everything could've been about 80 times worse than it was, and I just keep thanking God that it wasn't any worse. I've learned my lesson and I can garuntee you that my driving habits will be changing. Thank God that my car is still drivable and that it is going to go in for plastic surgery next monday to get its face fixed. Poor thing. I kept looking at it and just moaning. That car has been way too good to me for me to do something stupid like that to it.
And that's my big news for the day. I've cried twice today, my head hurts, and I would like nothing more than to have this all be a dream... but I know better.
My life isn't at all how I would like it to be. I just want to be in college. Iowa City doesn't have much necessary driving...
*sigh* Get me the fuck out of this state. I'm done with Colorado. I need somewhere new.
I can't wait for the Costa Rica trip. Spanish is one of my few passions as of late.
Manda