Worst day... EVER.
Today started out so great, and ended up the shittiest day of my life.
I woke up and stayed home from school. Talked to Stephanie and worked on our project a bit. At noon or so Robert called and asked if I wanted to go to lunch. I willingly accepted, hungry as I was. We went downtown and ate, I saw Ian and Joe at Circle Center, which was a nice surprise.
After we were finished downtown, I came home and had the worst message on my computer ever. Brandon was talking to my away message telling me that his dad died, and to please come back. By that time, he was already signed off, and I was freaking out. It was almost similar to the time I found out Gina's mum died. It was surreal. Robert stayed and comforted me until a few minutes after Brandon showed up.
Brandon and I went to Borders, then decided to go downtown. I put an hours worth of money into the parking meter, then completely forgot about it until we were leaving the bookstore and he mentioned it. He broke his toe earlier, so it took us ten more minutes to get to the meter in addition to the twenty minutes negative we were. On the way, there were cars that had been expired by an hour or so, and had no tickets. We thought we were safe, until we saw that there was a "parking enforcement" officer giving him a ticket. I was pissed, and Brandon freaked out. A minute later, not sure how it happened, but the officer was giving Brandon a hug and letting him off the hook. We turned the corner and drove a couple stoplights.. so relieved that we didn't get a ticket. Brandon said, "I guess God doesn't hate me that much." AS SOON as he said that, we were turning onto Capitol Ave., and we got plowed by some woman on my side of the car.CARWRECK.FUCK FUCK FUCK. By then, I was having quite a panic attack and freaking the hell out. The cops came, and I stood outside of the car wondering how the fucking day could get any worse. And, I didn't really think it could. There was no one to call, and no way to call them. It felt worse than anything I've felt before, with the exception of two things, which shall not be mentioned.
I'm really worried about him right now. Although I've never experienced the death of MY parents, it still feels like it's happening to me, in a way. Fucking hell... this day just needs to end!
I woke up and stayed home from school. Talked to Stephanie and worked on our project a bit. At noon or so Robert called and asked if I wanted to go to lunch. I willingly accepted, hungry as I was. We went downtown and ate, I saw Ian and Joe at Circle Center, which was a nice surprise.
After we were finished downtown, I came home and had the worst message on my computer ever. Brandon was talking to my away message telling me that his dad died, and to please come back. By that time, he was already signed off, and I was freaking out. It was almost similar to the time I found out Gina's mum died. It was surreal. Robert stayed and comforted me until a few minutes after Brandon showed up.
Brandon and I went to Borders, then decided to go downtown. I put an hours worth of money into the parking meter, then completely forgot about it until we were leaving the bookstore and he mentioned it. He broke his toe earlier, so it took us ten more minutes to get to the meter in addition to the twenty minutes negative we were. On the way, there were cars that had been expired by an hour or so, and had no tickets. We thought we were safe, until we saw that there was a "parking enforcement" officer giving him a ticket. I was pissed, and Brandon freaked out. A minute later, not sure how it happened, but the officer was giving Brandon a hug and letting him off the hook. We turned the corner and drove a couple stoplights.. so relieved that we didn't get a ticket. Brandon said, "I guess God doesn't hate me that much." AS SOON as he said that, we were turning onto Capitol Ave., and we got plowed by some woman on my side of the car.CARWRECK.FUCK FUCK FUCK. By then, I was having quite a panic attack and freaking the hell out. The cops came, and I stood outside of the car wondering how the fucking day could get any worse. And, I didn't really think it could. There was no one to call, and no way to call them. It felt worse than anything I've felt before, with the exception of two things, which shall not be mentioned.
I'm really worried about him right now. Although I've never experienced the death of MY parents, it still feels like it's happening to me, in a way. Fucking hell... this day just needs to end!