things are insane
Lets start at the begining:
so i get an email from mark haftner whom i've not heard from in over a year and he's in cali, "hey melissa are you going to florida for christmas?" so of course me being the nice person i tell him that he can tag along... but he's gotta toss in a few bucks for gas. well.... heh. i should have known better. he shows up with like $4 and i end up buying his food too along the trip. blah.
so it takes us about 29 hours, which were very annoying, cause i had to listen to his army propaganda... he's done way too much opium in his lifetime... damn hippie. haha.
i get into crestview around 10:30pm, meet john at tom thumb on pj adams. he follows me to ft. walton to get rid of mark!!! hurray.
John is oh.... sooo..... adorible.......... xxxoooxxxoooxxxooo
so anyways we hit up the only place in crestview to hang out: WALMART
i see erik salo and matt up there. we hang out till like midnight and i go home to sleep.
no kisses from john mind you, and i haven't seen this kid in over 7 months. frown.
so john gives me a call when he comes into town on thursday and says "lets go christmas shopping in ft. walton" and i was up for it. he comes to pick me up and we head outta the house around 4:25. as we are driving out of town on 85 i get the idea that we should stop by daniel brown's house cause i haven't seen him since i left either.
we drive over to his house, but no car at daniel's so we head back out to 85.
this is where disaster ensues:
so we sit there a couple minutes waiting for traffic to let up enough so we can cross north bound 85 to get to south bound. heh. i laugh now, but it was the scariest thing i've ever had to go through in my whole life.
we get so that his front fender is in the crossover and i hear a horn honk...
i look over to john's passenger window and theres this huge truck seconds from hitting us...
bang.
screeeeccch. (bastard didn't put his brakes on until after he hit us)
and the car is spinning in the middle of highway 85.
i rip my seat belt off and grab john who is now slumped down in his driver's seat.
"john!!!"
no answer from john.
but he's bleeding all down my arm from where im holding his head.
i grab his cell phone and try to dial 911, but his phone keeps bringing up the phone book.
at this point some people have made their way to what's left of john's car.
someone tells me to let go of john's head, but i don't want to ... at this point i think he's dead, because he's not answering me or anyone.
someone grabs my head and tells me not to move.
"i'm going into shock, i'm about to go...."
at this point i loose consciousness.
when i start to come to, my whole body is shaking soooo bad. i look over and john's eyes are opened... "john... are you alive?"
he grabs my hand.
relief.
but he's still not talking and there's still so much blood coming from his head.
after that they put me on a stretcher and put me in the ambulance until the helicopters get there.
both me and john got life flighted to pennsicola... which is an hour away.
i went to sacred heart, and he went to baptist.
i get in the emergency room and they begin to do my x-rays.
i don't find out for another hour how john is.
we are both ok. me i suffer minor injuries... wiplash... and i messed up the same knee that i did from my previous car accindent.
this is where the creepiness ensues:
while i was being life flighted to p-cola, the guy kept grabbing my boobs? yikes. i was coming in and out of consciousness so i don't know how long this guy was doing this. yikes x 10.
as well when they told me the date... i realized that it was the exact same day 2 years ago that i got into the car accident where i went thru the windshield of my first car and got hurt really bad.
**but like i said we are both ok.
john has 14 staples holding his head together right now. but other than some other stitches in his arm he's ok. no more car for him though, he only had liability coverage. frown. poor john.
so if anyone was held in traffic on 85 on thursday trying to get into crestview for hours at a time.... haha its all my fault!!!!!
moral: im never driving on the 18th of december EVER again!
so i get an email from mark haftner whom i've not heard from in over a year and he's in cali, "hey melissa are you going to florida for christmas?" so of course me being the nice person i tell him that he can tag along... but he's gotta toss in a few bucks for gas. well.... heh. i should have known better. he shows up with like $4 and i end up buying his food too along the trip. blah.
so it takes us about 29 hours, which were very annoying, cause i had to listen to his army propaganda... he's done way too much opium in his lifetime... damn hippie. haha.
i get into crestview around 10:30pm, meet john at tom thumb on pj adams. he follows me to ft. walton to get rid of mark!!! hurray.
John is oh.... sooo..... adorible.......... xxxoooxxxoooxxxooo
so anyways we hit up the only place in crestview to hang out: WALMART
i see erik salo and matt up there. we hang out till like midnight and i go home to sleep.
no kisses from john mind you, and i haven't seen this kid in over 7 months. frown.
so john gives me a call when he comes into town on thursday and says "lets go christmas shopping in ft. walton" and i was up for it. he comes to pick me up and we head outta the house around 4:25. as we are driving out of town on 85 i get the idea that we should stop by daniel brown's house cause i haven't seen him since i left either.
we drive over to his house, but no car at daniel's so we head back out to 85.
this is where disaster ensues:
so we sit there a couple minutes waiting for traffic to let up enough so we can cross north bound 85 to get to south bound. heh. i laugh now, but it was the scariest thing i've ever had to go through in my whole life.
we get so that his front fender is in the crossover and i hear a horn honk...
i look over to john's passenger window and theres this huge truck seconds from hitting us...
bang.
screeeeccch. (bastard didn't put his brakes on until after he hit us)
and the car is spinning in the middle of highway 85.
i rip my seat belt off and grab john who is now slumped down in his driver's seat.
"john!!!"
no answer from john.
but he's bleeding all down my arm from where im holding his head.
i grab his cell phone and try to dial 911, but his phone keeps bringing up the phone book.
at this point some people have made their way to what's left of john's car.
someone tells me to let go of john's head, but i don't want to ... at this point i think he's dead, because he's not answering me or anyone.
someone grabs my head and tells me not to move.
"i'm going into shock, i'm about to go...."
at this point i loose consciousness.
when i start to come to, my whole body is shaking soooo bad. i look over and john's eyes are opened... "john... are you alive?"
he grabs my hand.
relief.
but he's still not talking and there's still so much blood coming from his head.
after that they put me on a stretcher and put me in the ambulance until the helicopters get there.
both me and john got life flighted to pennsicola... which is an hour away.
i went to sacred heart, and he went to baptist.
i get in the emergency room and they begin to do my x-rays.
i don't find out for another hour how john is.
we are both ok. me i suffer minor injuries... wiplash... and i messed up the same knee that i did from my previous car accindent.
this is where the creepiness ensues:
while i was being life flighted to p-cola, the guy kept grabbing my boobs? yikes. i was coming in and out of consciousness so i don't know how long this guy was doing this. yikes x 10.
as well when they told me the date... i realized that it was the exact same day 2 years ago that i got into the car accident where i went thru the windshield of my first car and got hurt really bad.
**but like i said we are both ok.
john has 14 staples holding his head together right now. but other than some other stitches in his arm he's ok. no more car for him though, he only had liability coverage. frown. poor john.
so if anyone was held in traffic on 85 on thursday trying to get into crestview for hours at a time.... haha its all my fault!!!!!
moral: im never driving on the 18th of december EVER again!