Ok, I'm Blogging about my life-changing day...ish...
sure! things are changing so fast today! maybe just today, but it's scary and awesome!
ok
oh man, do I really want to type ALL this out right now? PRESSURE!
exams are done. i think i did well on World History. hope so.
so, today, i drove emma to school for the last exam of mine, and her parenting exam. but we were late.
why:
going over the bridge on Wallbridge Loyalist road, the one over the 401, there was black ice.t he car infront of me was not paying enough attention, and rear ended the truck in front of him, BADLY. His car's engine was shoved back, fucked car for good. badly.
so, i stop. and like the good driver i was at the time, I stopped like 10-15 feet behind him, leaving space in case someone behind me comes up too fast.
guess what
someone did come up too fast.
i look in the rear view mirror while sitting wondering about the poor guy ahead of me (and the song "End of the world" has just ended, and I'm starting to think about the possibility of being late for my exam), and there, behind me, someone is trying to brake. i think "Shit, he's going to hit me" but of course, my stupid feeling and hope is saying he won't, because my hope is that strong. just as I move my foot to the gas to get ahead a bit, and just as i put my foot down a bit, BAM! quick little jerk, i got forward a few feet, and it all stops.
"Shit". car stops. "SHIT" i put the parking brake on and turn the car off, sit back, "Fuck."
look in the rear view mirror and get my first good look at Dustin, an Automotive (HA) stupid at Loyalist college, and i see his shoulders go down and his face go from shock to complete misery.
thus was my first "Accident". i stood in the cold for about twenty minutes, waiting for the police while talking a bit with Emma, Dustin, and the other guys. everyone was fine, especially emma and I. no damage to us at all, though I think emma emotionally took it worse than me.
all that happened was my bumper being shattered. but up to the very moment i was hit and the moments after, i was convinced foolishly that the boy coming up way too fast behind me was not going to hit me. but he did. but, because I was taught well, i did not hit the man in front of me.
and so, no damage to my insurance rates, no damage to me or anyone else. all is well.
Mrs.Davis stopped for a while with us, and called the school to tell us we would be late for our exams. which was great.
people I knew drove by.
tonight at work, half of the people asked me about it. SHIT! that was fast! small town, eh?
that was my morning.
heh.
tonight at work was wierd though. most of the day i felt kind of shitty, not feeling the best, but in the last 45 minutes of work, things got great. I made Tara call Angus and talk with a southern accent asking "Do you got Prince Albert in a Can?" to scott. it was hilarious. i talked to them on the phone, and then BAM! Joel! he showed up.
"I have to give you an album!" he says. and woh, out of no where. I've only talked to this guy Once before.
He rocks! he's a musician! I mean, WOW! YES!
why is this great?
because I have the feeling he wants to hang out, or GO OUT, with me. why?
"it's funny, I just met you and I thought 'I like her!'"
awesome!
it got me psyched.
why? dont know. he's just cool... but I want to know how old he is. i almost asked. but i didn't. meh.
i need to know when to show up at school on wednesday too, for the grade 8 day, and that songs i'm supposed to perform. bah. sax quartet. bah.
k, thats all for now.
CIAO!
ok
oh man, do I really want to type ALL this out right now? PRESSURE!
exams are done. i think i did well on World History. hope so.
so, today, i drove emma to school for the last exam of mine, and her parenting exam. but we were late.
why:
going over the bridge on Wallbridge Loyalist road, the one over the 401, there was black ice.t he car infront of me was not paying enough attention, and rear ended the truck in front of him, BADLY. His car's engine was shoved back, fucked car for good. badly.
so, i stop. and like the good driver i was at the time, I stopped like 10-15 feet behind him, leaving space in case someone behind me comes up too fast.
guess what
someone did come up too fast.
i look in the rear view mirror while sitting wondering about the poor guy ahead of me (and the song "End of the world" has just ended, and I'm starting to think about the possibility of being late for my exam), and there, behind me, someone is trying to brake. i think "Shit, he's going to hit me" but of course, my stupid feeling and hope is saying he won't, because my hope is that strong. just as I move my foot to the gas to get ahead a bit, and just as i put my foot down a bit, BAM! quick little jerk, i got forward a few feet, and it all stops.
"Shit". car stops. "SHIT" i put the parking brake on and turn the car off, sit back, "Fuck."
look in the rear view mirror and get my first good look at Dustin, an Automotive (HA) stupid at Loyalist college, and i see his shoulders go down and his face go from shock to complete misery.
thus was my first "Accident". i stood in the cold for about twenty minutes, waiting for the police while talking a bit with Emma, Dustin, and the other guys. everyone was fine, especially emma and I. no damage to us at all, though I think emma emotionally took it worse than me.
all that happened was my bumper being shattered. but up to the very moment i was hit and the moments after, i was convinced foolishly that the boy coming up way too fast behind me was not going to hit me. but he did. but, because I was taught well, i did not hit the man in front of me.
and so, no damage to my insurance rates, no damage to me or anyone else. all is well.
Mrs.Davis stopped for a while with us, and called the school to tell us we would be late for our exams. which was great.
people I knew drove by.
tonight at work, half of the people asked me about it. SHIT! that was fast! small town, eh?
that was my morning.
heh.
tonight at work was wierd though. most of the day i felt kind of shitty, not feeling the best, but in the last 45 minutes of work, things got great. I made Tara call Angus and talk with a southern accent asking "Do you got Prince Albert in a Can?" to scott. it was hilarious. i talked to them on the phone, and then BAM! Joel! he showed up.
"I have to give you an album!" he says. and woh, out of no where. I've only talked to this guy Once before.
He rocks! he's a musician! I mean, WOW! YES!
why is this great?
because I have the feeling he wants to hang out, or GO OUT, with me. why?
"it's funny, I just met you and I thought 'I like her!'"
awesome!
it got me psyched.
why? dont know. he's just cool... but I want to know how old he is. i almost asked. but i didn't. meh.
i need to know when to show up at school on wednesday too, for the grade 8 day, and that songs i'm supposed to perform. bah. sax quartet. bah.
k, thats all for now.
CIAO!
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