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So I went down to the tow yard that holds my precious car. OMG, is all I have to say. I don't remember it being that fucked up. I wouldn't even be able to describe how badly fucked up it was, the best I could do is take pictures for you and show you. Of course, his car happened to be right next to mine and if you were to compare the two? Mine definitely got the worst of it. I don't remember seeing it that messed up, but that was probably because at the time of the accident I wasn't focused on how badly my car was damaged, I was focused on the accident itself. Thinking about what was going to happen next and of course, thinking about the throbbing pain in my head and of Stacey and all that other stuff.
I'm having some serious car withdrawals here. I feel like I'm a pain in everyone' s ass because my mom has to share her car with me (and is charging me to do so), my brother has to share his car with me and take me to work. If I want to go out someone has to come and pick me up, and let's face it, I don't exactly live near anyone. I know that my car was a piece of shit, the back bumper was missing and it wasn't a fancy car. It had some problems, but the point is... it worked. I could use it to drive places that I wanted or needed to go. The insurance was relatively cheap ($90 a month), I got great gas mileage on the car and well... I was fond of it no matter how badly it ran. And let's face it, even if I were to get another car (which is going to have to happen, my parents have already said so), insurance wouldn't be quite the same and neither would gas prices. It just wouldn't be quite the same period.
I want to start biking places. I live close to Pima and to work and I'd rather bike and get the exercise than drive and pay out the ass for obscene gas prices. I'm trying so hard not to focus all my time and attention on this situation, but it's hard. And the more I think about it, the higher my stress level rises and at this rate, a huge mental breakdown isn't far away. I'm stressing about keeping up in class (I missed writing class on Tuesday), all the homework, how I'm going to get from place to place, and of course, dealing with the insurance companies. I want this guy to admit that it was his fault, because no where in there was any of this my fault. I didn't run any lights, I wasn't speeding excessively (I was going like 45 tops). And in no way could I have prevented this accident by honking a horn, slamming on my breaks or swerving because by the time I would've been able to do any of that, he had already hit me.
Le sigh. I guess... I'm just going to do my best to try not to focus on this and let it all resolve itself and then start saving money for a down payment on a new car. For now though? I have to do some biology homework and I haven't eaten since 7 in the morning so it's time to grab a bite or two. I know one thing for sure, I want to go out this weekend and release all this stress. Somebody take me out?
I'm having some serious car withdrawals here. I feel like I'm a pain in everyone' s ass because my mom has to share her car with me (and is charging me to do so), my brother has to share his car with me and take me to work. If I want to go out someone has to come and pick me up, and let's face it, I don't exactly live near anyone. I know that my car was a piece of shit, the back bumper was missing and it wasn't a fancy car. It had some problems, but the point is... it worked. I could use it to drive places that I wanted or needed to go. The insurance was relatively cheap ($90 a month), I got great gas mileage on the car and well... I was fond of it no matter how badly it ran. And let's face it, even if I were to get another car (which is going to have to happen, my parents have already said so), insurance wouldn't be quite the same and neither would gas prices. It just wouldn't be quite the same period.
I want to start biking places. I live close to Pima and to work and I'd rather bike and get the exercise than drive and pay out the ass for obscene gas prices. I'm trying so hard not to focus all my time and attention on this situation, but it's hard. And the more I think about it, the higher my stress level rises and at this rate, a huge mental breakdown isn't far away. I'm stressing about keeping up in class (I missed writing class on Tuesday), all the homework, how I'm going to get from place to place, and of course, dealing with the insurance companies. I want this guy to admit that it was his fault, because no where in there was any of this my fault. I didn't run any lights, I wasn't speeding excessively (I was going like 45 tops). And in no way could I have prevented this accident by honking a horn, slamming on my breaks or swerving because by the time I would've been able to do any of that, he had already hit me.
Le sigh. I guess... I'm just going to do my best to try not to focus on this and let it all resolve itself and then start saving money for a down payment on a new car. For now though? I have to do some biology homework and I haven't eaten since 7 in the morning so it's time to grab a bite or two. I know one thing for sure, I want to go out this weekend and release all this stress. Somebody take me out?