Thoughts and Musings

So, today started out HORRIBLY. I drove to Encino to meet up with Professor Gorin at a Starbucks. While in the parking lot waiting for a spot to open up someone backed into my car. Hard. Hard enough to move it when it was in park. The person who hit me took off. The damage isn't as bad as expected, but it's still pretty shitty. A large white van with a metal bumper is what hit me. It hit above the bumper. My tail light and bumper are both fine, but the rear door is bent in. You have no idea how much this ruined my day. It would have probably been a good day if not for that. I am so stressed out right now.

We picked up my Professor and headed to Camp Gonzales. Most of my class was there except for one. One girl brought her Mom along and I brought Rob along. I think we had about 9 people or so there - and a seeing eye dog. It was neat to be able to look around there. And it was one of the few times in my life where I was glad that I'm fat. Some of the pretty girls had lude comments and gestures made at them. I was lucky enough not to have to deal with that crap. We got a tour of the place (the kitchen, the dorms, the gym, the time out lock up facility, etc.) and then two of the kids there came in and answered our questions. They were both gang bangers in there for grand theft auto. They claimed that they would be getting jumped out of their gangs when they got out of the facility, but it was obvious that they were lying. Especially when one of the kids admitted that his gang killed those people that it jumped out. It was weird - this 18 year old kid already had two babies of his own. Seeing that place and all those kids who were already felons (rapists, murderers, gang bangers, etc.) made me think twice about having kids of my own.

It was raining really badly out on the way home so the drive pretty much sucked. But we got home in one piece. Well, except for the mess on Luthor's back door. I hate people. How can you not see that you're going to back up into someone??? Is my car fucking invisible or something? People suck.

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I WAS A GIFTED CHILD
i had my niche.
intelligent. creative. or artistic.
what kind of child were you?
(brought you by april)




	Thoughts and Musings Home Get Email Updates The Glider Boys My Facebook Sydney's Page Admin Password Remember Me 3078770 Curiosities served Share on Facebook				2002-11-09 5:32 PM Car Accident Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: Pissed Off Read/Post Comments (0) So, today started out HORRIBLY. I drove to Encino to meet up with Professor Gorin at a Starbucks. While in the parking lot waiting for a spot to open up someone backed into my car. Hard. Hard enough to move it when it was in park. The person who hit me took off. The damage isn't as bad as expected, but it's still pretty shitty. A large white van with a metal bumper is what hit me. It hit above the bumper. My tail light and bumper are both fine, but the rear door is bent in. You have no idea how much this ruined my day. It would have probably been a good day if not for that. I am so stressed out right now. We picked up my Professor and headed to Camp Gonzales. Most of my class was there except for one. One girl brought her Mom along and I brought Rob along. I think we had about 9 people or so there - and a seeing eye dog. It was neat to be able to look around there. And it was one of the few times in my life where I was glad that I'm fat. Some of the pretty girls had lude comments and gestures made at them. I was lucky enough not to have to deal with that crap. We got a tour of the place (the kitchen, the dorms, the gym, the time out lock up facility, etc.) and then two of the kids there came in and answered our questions. They were both gang bangers in there for grand theft auto. They claimed that they would be getting jumped out of their gangs when they got out of the facility, but it was obvious that they were lying. Especially when one of the kids admitted that his gang killed those people that it jumped out. It was weird - this 18 year old kid already had two babies of his own. Seeing that place and all those kids who were already felons (rapists, murderers, gang bangers, etc.) made me think twice about having kids of my own. It was raining really badly out on the way home so the drive pretty much sucked. But we got home in one piece. Well, except for the mess on Luthor's back door. I hate people. How can you not see that you're going to back up into someone??? Is my car fucking invisible or something? People suck. ---------- I WAS A GIFTED CHILD i had my niche. intelligent. creative. or artistic. what kind of child were you? (brought you by april) Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top