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Car Accident, Plus Whitney's Rat and fun with South Park
Good afternoon, readers! How are you all? I'm upset, shaken up and kind of okay. This morning, my mum and I were involved in a car accident. We're both okay, as is Hank, the dachsie who was in the car too. Some bitch, as we're turning onto Ocean Drive from Ennis Joslin so I could go to school, she rear ended us and totally FUCKED up the back bumper of the car. It's like barely hanging on. It's awful. A nice gentlemen stopped into the Stripes (basically Circle K, a gas station here) parking lot after us to call the police for us. Apparently, this woman, hereafter known as THE BITCH, didn't realize you're supposed to fucking yield by common sense when you go onto Ocean Drive, she got a ticket. And probably will pay damages to my mum's car. When it happened, and mom got out, I followed out of the car, to join the verbally assaulting. I ripped her a new one. And not in the Scrubs way, mainly in the South Park way. I also got upset. When the police officer arrived he even asked if I wanted an ambulance. It was like a third anger, a third shaken up, and a third standing up for my mom. Because my mom is a good person, she doesn't need to have to deal with that kind of shit. The thing that I found most offensive is that THE BITCH, you know what she said to the police officer? She used the word "whatever." Which for me, is the most offensive word of all time, more than fuck, or f*g, or the n word. F*g is not that bad, but I won't use it. Because it basically says "I honestly don't care." And, that's a giant kick in the balls. My figurative balls, mind you. That woman is very lucky no one was injured. I probably would have gotten physical and that's the last thing I wanted. To get arrested by a cop. Which is why when the cop was there, I was very composed. I wasn't gonna fuck around with no cop. Anybody who has a gun on their belt is no one to fuck with. Anyways, more on this later. Whitney came over yesterday. She's currently in mourning. Her Chinchilla, Cici, seen in this photo:
Died. Apparently, he got wedged in by a dishwasher and either died of starvation or was electrocuted. How sad. I was sad too when I found out. And in general, this is a shitty day for my family, because my grandfather died on this day 20 years ago. My 20th birthday being 10 days from now, meaning I never met my grandfather. I suppose that's one of the reasons why I have such problems with men. My grandfather died before I was born, my biological father was never around, and my godfather, I only see a few times a year, and he's the father of two of my cousins. Anyways, Whitney and I watched some South Park episodes, which was fun. She loved the World of Warcraft episode, mainly because she's played the game and been to the places mentioned in the episode. We also watched the Chef dies episode and Trapped in the Closet. She was planning on using the phrase, "Dad, Tom Cruise won't come out the closet!" all the time. I bet her father, my cousin, Tommy, would fucking love to see those two episodes. Algebra. It was okay. So not into it. I don't even want to do the homework on the MyMathLab website. Enviro Science. So boring, I had one ear with a earbud listening to music. Human Societies. We watched one of that douchebag Michael Moore's films from the 80s, Roger and me, about this chairman of GM, Roger Smith, who is also a total douchebag. I watched half of Little People, Big World. I found the new season rather dull. In addition, this morning, I bought seasons 1 through 5 of South Park via B&N.com as well as the other stuff I had planned to buy. I probably won't get the DVDs until next week. I sometimes hate online shopping. Ew. I got a test tomorrow, a test a week from then, and then 2 tests 2 weeks from now, and 1 test a week and 2 days from now. Fuckin' weak. Thought/Quote of the day: "Why do the girls like him so much?"-- Ron Stoppable, Kim Possible: They Love Their Pirates by myself, December 2006 Word of the day: occultation Hakuna Matata. The AW/AB Countdown to my 20th Birthday: 9 days, 22 hours, 21 minutes!!! |
