Guildenstern: Our names shouted in a certain dawn...a message...a summons...There must have been a moment where we could have said no. But somehow we missed it. Rosen-? Guil-? Well, we'll know better next time. Now you see me, now you-
-Tom Stoppard, R&G Are Dead
:: "How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot! The world forgetting by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r requested, each wish resign'd" -Alexander Pope
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Well, I've made the honest desicion to never mention that topic with anybody but Jesse again. So...Mike, Jennifer, John, whoever else...insult me all you want and I shall not respond because I'm taking a vow of silence when it comes to this starting now.
I realized today I became over the past few weeks the people who I cannot stand who write nothing but "I'm so depressed" and "My life sucks" in their online journals. Reading entries like that pissed me off because nobodies life is as bad as they made it sound. And reviewing some of my past entries, it's exactly how I've made myself sound. I'm not unhappy, some pretty cool and unexpected things have happened to me in the past few weeks along with all the shit I've been through. I should be thankful for those things instead of concentrating on the pessimistic and self loathing stuff I've been going through.
So...that out of the way...who got rear-ended today? I DID!!! Yes! To the best of my recollection, I was braking, and this Four Runner hits me from behind at such a speed that send me into the back of this truck. I'm in a state of shock, and as I'm pulling off the road, a GMC Metro hits my bumper ever so slightly. So...I call the right people, and then I sit and wait and go through everything with the police and such. The trunk of my car is no more. Seriously, it's gone. It's been decimated. So...everybody gets fixed up, and they leave, and I sit with my mom in her van (Reading Invisble Man...wouldn't Whiteside be proud...even in a crisis I still put school first) waiting for the tow truck to arrive.
So, three hours after first impact, I come back home. And now whiplash is really starting to affect me because I'm really sore right now.
My day. What fun. I've either slept or worked on all this work I have due this week...and wrote that entry below.
Current Mood: *Sigh*
Current Music: Lois - Evening In Paris
:: Nick Monday, October 27, 2003 [+] ::