Today was SHIT
I broke my baby.
Today started out just fine. Dr. Van is gone, so no 8am conducting. I don't have anything untill Pride. Plus I was housesitting for a friend of mine, and she lives waaaay out of town- so it was really quiet- and she has a really comfy bed, surround sound, and a plethora of movies. bliss. So I slept until early(?!) this afternoon, got up and went to practice. Then Kat and Boyer invited me to go to Farley's with them and Elisha, and I had a great time. Then Boyer brought me back to the truck. Then life shit on me.
Visualize this: Cara pulls out of the back faculty lot (at the MC) at about 9 pm, thinking she'll go home and practice. She pulls out into the right hand lane and swiftly changes into the left lane, both to get around the car in front of me and so that I can get on the freeway and go home. The light at Solano is green, and I am up to the speed limit. (No, I was not speeding) Then, magiclly, there is a car in front of me. Stopped. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING ROAD. Brain goes into overdrive: Hit brakes, check blind spot on right. Crap. Can't pull over to the right. car there. Car in left turn lane. can't pull over there. Option 3: curse. So I cussed a lot and hoped that my brakes 1)would not lock up and 2) would stop me in time. Ha. So I broke my truck. Hit the stupid car going probably below 5 mph, not hard enough to set off my airbags, but hard enough to crunch my front bumper. Anaylisis: the only thing wrong is my bumper is dented and bent back under, not far enough to impede my tires. No headlights broken. No damage to grillwork or anything else. Other car: Sucks that it still had dealer plates. back bumper dented. Back of trunk dented. Cop's analysis: No fault assigned. She got a written warning for being stopped in the middle of the road (She wasn't even in the car!!!) and I got a written warning for not looking far enough ahead. She did have her hazards on, but she was out of the car pushing another car. She could have at least moved her car into the center lane-or at least been far enough forward that her back bumper wasn't in the crosswalk!!! Enough. So I get home and call my parents, and wake them up to tell them that I've been in a wreck. Parents not pleased, but not pissed either. So at least that's good. Then I get online to order the fabric that we finally decided on for my dress for my recital. Put it on my "emergencies and school" credit card that mom pays----and----declined. Beating my head into the wall sounds like a good idea right about now.
I am going to apologize in advance for being a total raving bitch tomorrow, and probably for a couple days beond. You know, since this time last year I've had an awful lot of shit dumped on me. I've had some very very good times too, but the bad times seem to be causing physical damage as well as outweighing the good times. I don't mean to whine and be pessimistic, but...
I'm going to bed. Hopefully the house won't fall down.
Today started out just fine. Dr. Van is gone, so no 8am conducting. I don't have anything untill Pride. Plus I was housesitting for a friend of mine, and she lives waaaay out of town- so it was really quiet- and she has a really comfy bed, surround sound, and a plethora of movies. bliss. So I slept until early(?!) this afternoon, got up and went to practice. Then Kat and Boyer invited me to go to Farley's with them and Elisha, and I had a great time. Then Boyer brought me back to the truck. Then life shit on me.
Visualize this: Cara pulls out of the back faculty lot (at the MC) at about 9 pm, thinking she'll go home and practice. She pulls out into the right hand lane and swiftly changes into the left lane, both to get around the car in front of me and so that I can get on the freeway and go home. The light at Solano is green, and I am up to the speed limit. (No, I was not speeding) Then, magiclly, there is a car in front of me. Stopped. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING ROAD. Brain goes into overdrive: Hit brakes, check blind spot on right. Crap. Can't pull over to the right. car there. Car in left turn lane. can't pull over there. Option 3: curse. So I cussed a lot and hoped that my brakes 1)would not lock up and 2) would stop me in time. Ha. So I broke my truck. Hit the stupid car going probably below 5 mph, not hard enough to set off my airbags, but hard enough to crunch my front bumper. Anaylisis: the only thing wrong is my bumper is dented and bent back under, not far enough to impede my tires. No headlights broken. No damage to grillwork or anything else. Other car: Sucks that it still had dealer plates. back bumper dented. Back of trunk dented. Cop's analysis: No fault assigned. She got a written warning for being stopped in the middle of the road (She wasn't even in the car!!!) and I got a written warning for not looking far enough ahead. She did have her hazards on, but she was out of the car pushing another car. She could have at least moved her car into the center lane-or at least been far enough forward that her back bumper wasn't in the crosswalk!!! Enough. So I get home and call my parents, and wake them up to tell them that I've been in a wreck. Parents not pleased, but not pissed either. So at least that's good. Then I get online to order the fabric that we finally decided on for my dress for my recital. Put it on my "emergencies and school" credit card that mom pays----and----declined. Beating my head into the wall sounds like a good idea right about now.
I am going to apologize in advance for being a total raving bitch tomorrow, and probably for a couple days beond. You know, since this time last year I've had an awful lot of shit dumped on me. I've had some very very good times too, but the bad times seem to be causing physical damage as well as outweighing the good times. I don't mean to whine and be pessimistic, but...
I'm going to bed. Hopefully the house won't fall down.