Gah! What now?!

I am driving 285 and this silver charger jumps in between me and the jeep behind me. He stays on my ass for a few miles so I try to wave him off. I think this is when he honked at me. A few miles later he goes passed me, honking. So I honk back (b/c he was like three feet from my car!). And then he flashes his lights. Not his head lights. His cop lights. A damn police officer pushed me down 285. (Once he passed me he went speeding off.)

I get to Carrollton and all the traffic lights are out. The power went out just before I drove through town.

Hit me, baby, one more time

EDIT: I removed my description of the accident. I may add it when this is settled


Britney Spears came on my iPod on the Friday drive home from U of Hell. But that isn't why I used that lyric for the title.

Today, I was hit. Car to car contact. The cops finally showed up. We told them what had happened and ended up filling out a page for our insurance.

And then it was over.

My sister and I got some pizza. I dropped her off and went to see my old high school's production of Guy and Dolls.

Wait. That would be a lame post if I cut if off here so I will continue. I'll take a page from John Green and call this "After".

In the car on the way there I started freaking out. Not major freakage but I suddenly felt everything. I was scared and nervous. It was like I had been caught doing something when I was five. My hands were shaking when the show started so I went and bought a cookie (well, two. one was for Patrick, who was sitting with me). For some reason I thought sugar would help. It didn't but it didn't hurt either. After intermission (which for some odd reason I keep calling half time) Patrick went and sat with one of our friends and I stayed put. This, oddly enough, is what I think helped me. Don't get me wrong, I love Patrick, but just sitting there by myself and just... sit made me feel more calm. I had barely been alone since the accident and I needed to... deal.

This did not, however, help me with my growing fear of car accidents. It's too bad I don't have to write anymore "cultural events" for my M&G class. This would have been perfect for that assignment.

Hello Lovely

So... I have been blogging over on my old old old myspace. Sorry about cheating on you. School is over very soon and I have to admit that this makes me happy. Insanely happy. Not just because it means no school for two months. Oh no. That would suggest that I am average. Nothing about me is average. Remember that. I am happy because May 6th is the VERY last day I am going to be at this school. I NEVER EVER EVER have to come back! feel the excitement! Feel it!! It is new harry potter book exciting. Its meet your favorite actor/actress exciting. Its forget how to spell exciting exciting. (really. I only got it right on the first try for that last one. its not a difficult word!) This is why I am happy. It is to the point where I laugh at anything. I'm just so... happy. If someone started singing that song (you know the one) I would clap.

I really should get to bed now. I have stuff to do and plan tomorrow that I can't put off.

Oh! one more thing. I know what has to be my first tattoo. "Proud" in some font that I will pick out later. It would go on my wrist.

On June 13th, 2008 I wrote

"Life. It happens. Always has, always will. You have a past and it may have faults. Life is a thing that comes and goes so quickly that you have to jump on board and take the ride of... well, your life."

I have to admit something here. I did not jump. I thought I did, but here I am sitting (I'm not actually sitting, mind you) on this platform, waiting. I am done waiting. I am going to skip around for a bit to get my legs nice and warmed up and then I am going to jump.

Hey

Remember when I used to post blogs. Yeah. Those were the days.

I just posted my first (i think) comment on Hayley's blog. You know. Hayley G. Hoover. She is amazing and I know that when I am having a bad bay something she has said will make me laugh. So she asked the readers to answer a few questions. Since she always manages to come through for me I figured it wouldn't be very difficult to do that for her. (I just remembered that she @replied me the other day. Seriously fangirled.)

It is April which should mean that I am starting script frenzy but... I am not. Why? Because I am lazy. Well, normally that would be the case, but for once it is not. I am not working on my script because I am working out. Now I know I could do both, but come on. It's me we are talking about. I can't balance school, the internet, working out, AND writing a script. It's too much. Okay, fine. I am lazy. But when it comes down to it working out is better time spent. I am... lets go with fluffy. I am fluffy. I wish to have less fluff. Less fluff would be very nice. So that is what I am working on. I started a youtube page (which rarely update) about me getting ride of some fluff. I won't be sharing a link to that however because I am still freaked out about it. That is why I don't update it. Also, because I don't want to fail. Especially some place people can see. I just... I don't know. I feel like I will fail and I don't want to let the six people that have subscribed to me down.

Oh! Hey there.

So..uh..did you miss me?

I have been crazy busy with school. It's my last semester at the university I am currently attending. I am going to be a transfer student at the school that is a 10-15 minute drive from my house which means no more dorm rooms (Thank you, Mom and Dad!), a weekend job (money!), and being around my friends (I miss them when I'm down here). I won't have a major, which is, you know, bad, but I know I will be MUCH happier. This school is great it's just not my style. I was trying to find a school with a film major, but the search kinda failed.

I am going to be doing script frenzy next month and I'm VERY excited about it. I bought half a case of paper just for scripts. I have been growing fond of the script writing process. I always thought I was better at dialogue so writing scripts is PERFECT for me. And the paper is recycled (PLUS!). I need a story so I can map out what my script is going to be about.

Spring break is next week. Five days of class and then a glorious week of "freedom". I'm just going home and since my sister's spring break was this past week I might be the person driving her to and from class.

Gives me hope

I can't remember where I found the link, but i have spent several hours reading the posts. It amazes me what people will do. Kill them with Kindness as the saying goes. It inspires me. I wish to be like these people every day. Until the end of days. It's tiny things that people do that make me believe in something better. I admit that I have my moments of doubt, but this helps. It reminds me of the connection.

Also found operation beautiful. I'll be on the hunt for post its tomorrow before my family has Christmas brunch at my aunt's house. I'll sneak a post it on to their bathroom mirrors.