Those idiot drivers
Somehow I knew today was too good to be true. It was all in the fact that once I got out of my drawing class I'd be free to come home and do some quality relaxing. But no, some crazy chick decided at the very last second to not go through the yellow light on the way out of the campus. At this point I was well prepared for her to have kept going so that I'd be the first in line at the light. But apparently that wasn't meant to be, as suddenly the chick just plain stopped, and I freakin plowed into her. WELL. Here I am ready to throw my recently acquired biology study guide out my windshield when I actually take a good look at her bumper. There wasn't anything there at all. Maybe two tiny scratches. Most of the jolt I must've felt must've merely been from me slamming my brakes so hard. So she gets out of the car, and naturally out of all the cars I had to hit it had to be the car of one of those chicks who just plain doesn't understand that anything could be her fault. She looks close to flipping out but instead looks at my front bumper and tells me I fucked my car up more than hers. So I look at it, and all I see there is a few scratches that were already there before this happened. Here I am thinking I'm about to get off easy, cuz there's no dents and barely any scratches on either car, when she's like ok I need your insurance information because if that needs fixed, you know, I gotta do it. I'm like dumbfounded. Fix...what, exactly? If she even screws up my insurance for two miniscule scratches I'll seriously lose whatever's left of my faith in the fact that I don't have all bad luck. Because I'm feelin pretty cursed right now. Not sure what cursed me, but I'll figure that out later. Honestly, I really don't believe in screwing people's insurance up over crap like that. Not to mention I was very apologetic. I was so ready to scream at her not to make sudden stops and make up her damn mind. I wasn't a problem at all. And I swear to god, if I get a call, I'm gonna whack something.
Anyway, tomorrow's my airport job fair thingy. I'm ready to smell that airport smell again. Such a great smell. It smells like travel in there. I wonder if after awhile you get flight discounts. I don't even wanna think about what would happen if that was true. That reminds me, I have to get the mail. By the way incase no one noticed, I personalized my layout. It's very black I know, but you still can't mess with the actual colors on vox yet. None of the other colors matched anything in my banner image..so black it is. Until next time.
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