Sunday, January 29, 2006

I Hate...


How can they NOT let me give Stan my shift?!? How can they expect me to have no life outside of work?!? How can other servers with more seniority get less hours than the 18 year old girl whos going to school and asked to have her hours reduced? And the shifts she ends up with she's not even really making money on tips anymore so whats the fucking point of working there? How can they basically say to me, we dont' really care if you're about to start failing school, deal with it and come to work anyhow. I've realized I really can't call in sick, but how about calling in saying you're dying. Just call in and say "Hi, can't make it to work, I'm dying b/c I just slit my wrists" They'd phone back an hour later and say "Hey, you still alive?" "Hardly" "Well, we didn't even try to call anyone in, but we can't cover your shift, can you come in please?" "Ya, just let me mop up the blood and wrap my wrists in towels..." HOW CAN THEY GET AWAY WITH HOW THE TREAT THEIR STAFF?!?! THey're about to lose all their late night kitchen staff, and at the rate they're going, most of their late night servers. Fuck Denny's, they're about to be screwed over, but not nearly as badly as they've managed to screw us over.


I'm already behind, but of course its b/c of the first mentioned place that I hate.


Fuck ICBC, how am I 50% at fault for some asshole backing down the road in the wrong lane then stopping forever in the OTHER lane, THEN turning in front of me? Why should MY insurance go up 55% a year... how am I supposed to deal with this. And while we're at it, fuck the cop who came to the accident for being an asshole and helping ICBC screw me over.

Drunk people.

How do I like MY eggs? Unfertalized so don't even dream of touching me!!! You'd like to float me? Go float yourself. Yes, you're drinks are comming, right after I get the OTEHR table who was sat before you's drinks out, and if you don't like the wait, don't order milkshakes, and if you do'nt want to wait even longer, don't ask for a fucking banana in your chocolate milkshake. Its just that easy. You're eating at Denny's now, the food is greasy, and you might have to wait for it. Its 3:30 am, if you dont' like it go elsewhere. Oh wait, there isn't anywhere else where they'll let drunk ppl come in at 3:30 am and harass the waitresses and order food. Walk through the McDonalds drive through, the poor suckers there MIGHT help you.

Useless Managers.

"He's just being friendly" my ass!! Touching my waist isn't friendly, holding my arm, isn't friendly, stroking the hostesses hand while she's pouring coffee, is NOT friendly!!! Its boardering on sexual harrasment. "Sorry you didn't help on the floor more today?" BULLSHIT! If you were sorry you would've gotten up and helped. You would've done more than seat one of the 4 tables that came in at once. You would've ran food instead of letting Mike come off his break and helping me run it. "Am I off my break yet?" FUck you, I took an extra five minutes to finish reading an article in the paper... deal with it, you've been sitting there flirting with some stoned creep for hours.

My car.

Actually, not really but a lot got taken out on the car today, including being kicked, punched, and breaking my window scraper over the top of the roof.


One minute, you're in love with someone who loves you and you're working hard to make things work, and the next he "just wants to be alone" but you should "still be his friend, he won't let things get weird" but "he'll give you as much time as you need, the balls in your court" and then tells you that "you'll be fine" and says you can "keep his house key" as a "memento". All to which you reply, "Geuss I have no choice then do i." "How can I be friends with someone I'm in love with? How can I be friends when I'll always want more" "of course i'll be fine i'm Dez, fuck you" and "what would I do with your key? Come over at six in the morning and cuddle?" memento? i repeat "fuck you" And then you cry in front of him... and you've been dumped before but you've NEVER cried in front of the person breaking up with you... but this one you cry in front of b/c of how much you love him, and how you've never actually tried to make things work before like you did with him, and now its all for naught. All the time you spent with him instead of your horse, or friends, or school work, or family... and then the happy memories keep replaying in your head, and you can't actually figure out where it went wrong between that last good monday you spent together and the friday he broke up with you. Monday he said he loved you, friday he said he wanted to be alone. Fuck him, and fuck love. But here I sit hoping he'll miss me, and realize how good I was to him/for him, that I helped him get his business rolling, if it weren't for me it would've just been something that he talked about, that i'm the only one he can talk to about most things... that he loves me, and that counts for something, and he'll want me back. You remember the stupid things he said to you, "It'll take a really long time to say I lvoe you b/c its not something I can say easily unless I know for sure I mean it" and then he does. The "See, its things like that that prove we'll be together for a long time" "Everyone can tell we'll be together for a long time" liar. You keep runnign the stupid movies and books through your head where they break up, then realize how stupid they were and get back together... And the sick odd, unlike Dez thing is, I'd take him back, unlike everyother time wehn you just want them to want you back so you can be like HA! Sucks to be you. But no... this one person has affected your life so much, and made you see thigns in a different light, and you fell for him against your own will... you love him... and it all ends with bittersweet memories. Fuck him, and fuck love.


Its moving at an incredibly fast pace... how does one keep up? WHats the point of going to school? THe obvious, so I dont have to work at Denny's all my life... but is thats what life is about? Going to school to find a different job to hate? Falling in love so someone can break your heart. Dragging yourself out of bed everyday to face the world even tho all you want is to lie in a fetal position and cry... which i did btw, and it was nice. I went to bed at 7:45 am, and didn't get out of it till 8:30pm... in tiem to get dressed and go to work. the harder you try to "get ahead in life" the further behind you fall. You work as much as possible, and take classes so you can have a career and pay off student debts... but you miss the little things. So you take the time for friends and family and hobbies, and you end up uneducated with "no direction" {why do we need a direction? where are we headed?} and stuck in some stupid job you hate. So is it about love? To quote Jughead from Archie Comics "If love makes the world go round, stop the world I want to get off" True love is hollywood bullshit that from time to time ppl make themselves think they're in. You're not. Its just an idea you've forced yourself to believe in. And some of you thought I had a passion for life...

Signed always,

Bitter and Heartbroken.

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Dr Deveraux

Lets say goodbye to love
it isn't worth a dime.
Lets thank our stars above that we found out in time.

We learned a lesson,
best not forgotten,
Love is rotten
Goodbye to love...

Anyone else notice that January is like monday after monday after monday...?

Wednesday, January 25, 2006


Ugh.... so sick... I think it actually happened, that mythical thing everyone warned me about. That I would get worn out from working to much and going to school, and this week it finally happened. On my easy day I couldn't make it to my first class which is at 2 pm, and I got off work at 6 am... lotsa time for sleep, and then I had to leave my second class early b/c I was so ill and falling asleep. However, feeling a slight bit better, have slept a little bit and such so hopefully I can get through class today.

The one thing that has really helped me get through everything tho... is Slayer. Cook Mike can't have his puppy while he's living where he is, so he asked me to take him till he finds himself a place. My arms are scratched up, I"ve had my face scratched and bitten, but I'm so in love with him!! We always play, and when he gets tired he rests his head on my lap. He sleeps in my bed, rides in my car, licks my fathers head, and bites his feet... what more can a girl want? SO much energy tho... tried to clip my toenails and he kept biting the toenail clippers and taking them away from me... but so wonderful and cute. Gunna drag him into town today so Mike can see him. I loves him so much... ACK, cept when he drags things out of the litter box... gotta go. Love you all.

Saturday, January 21, 2006

Everyone knows whipped cream isn't whipped cream till its been whipped with whips!

GAH!!! Whip cream hell last night!!! I was pretending to be mean to everyone, and then Connie put whip cream on the back of my neck!!! EWY!!! And then it melted and dripped down my back!!! Double EWY! *sigh* everyone's sooooooooo mean to me.

I could post more, but I don't know what on... I'm so exausted and I slept for nearly 10 hours... and yesterday I got 11... whats wrong with me? *sigh* I crashed at work and at one point was curled up on the floor in a ball laughing uncontrollably... not good.

THanks Cole for the pretty flowers, didn't notice they had blue orchids, I love them <3

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Oooh sparkly.

Wow, i've kinda posted a few times tonight... guess it has everything to do with being 100 times happier than i have been in two weeks... it scares me how one person can affect me so much.

{Also... if someone could give me an HTML code for colours taht would be cool... I can never remember the numbers for colours and random geussing isnt' working so well for me...}

and SPEAKING of that person, tonight I discussed with him about how we're sure Link is gay. he said he was gay, I backed it up. How sad is that? But think about it, he runs around in tights, with a sword (Freud would say phallic symbol...), and a FAIRY!!! Also, he's always saving the girls, Zelda, Ruto, Malon and such... does he EVER make a move? Nope, all platonic relationships... kinda just like that gay best friend of yours who knows EXACTLY what shoes to wear with that outfit you're wearing to the office party... life saver right? Link is a life saver to, just more literally. So i'm sad to say that Link is in fact, a homosexual. Naturally the man of my dreams would be gay...

AND! We are in love with Stan and Diana!! They lent me the collectors edition of Zelda for Game Cube!! This includes: Zelda (NES), Link (NES), Ocarina of time (N64) and Majora's Mask (N64). OMG OMG OMG!!! I love it... I already died 17 times in less than an hour tho... is that a record? Zelda (NES) Is super tough tho...... money's hard to find, the most random bush will have the key you need, and you can never survive cause you only have 3 hearts (now 4 cause I already beat one temple) and you lose a half heart everytime you take damage... oh, and if you die, you start RIGHT back from the begining placement/location wise.

Oh ya... sleep... i think thats what normal ppl do at this hour. I might try taht!


A Sad Announcement

Today we mourn the passing of an old friend, Common Sense.
Common Sense lived a long life, but died in the United States from heart failure early in the new millennium. No one really knows how old he was, since his birth records were lost long ago in bureaucratic red tape.

He selflessly devoted his life to service in schools, hospitals, homes, and factories, helping folks get jobs done without fanfare and foolishness. For decades, petty rules, silly laws, and frivolous lawsuits held no power over Common Sense. He was credited with cultivating such valued lessons as to know when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, and that life isn't always fair.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn), reliable parenting strategies (the adults are in charge, not the kids), and it's okay to come in second.

A veteran of the Industrial Revolution, the Great Depression, and the Technological Revolution, Common Sense survived cultural and educational trends including body piercing, whole language, and "new math." But his health declined when he became infected with the "If-it-only-helps-one-person-it's-worth-it" virus.
In recent decades his waning strength proved no match for the ravages of well-intentioned but overbearing regulations. He watched in pain as good people became ruled by self-seeking lawyers.

His health rapidly deteriorated when schools endlessly implemented zero tolerance policies. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate, a teen suspended for taking a swig of mouthwash after lunch, and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student only worsened his condition. It declined even further when schools had to get parental consent to administer aspirin to a student but could not inform the parent when a female student was pregnant or wanted an abortion.

Common Sense lost his will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband, churches became businesses, criminals received better treatment than victims, and federal judges stuck their noses in everything from the Boy Scouts to professional sports.
When an individual too stupid to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot was awarded a huge settlement, Common Sense threw in the towel.

As the end neared, Common Sense drifted in and out of logic but was kept informed of developments regarding questionable regulations such as those for low-flow toilets, rocking chairs, stepladders and auto emissions.

Common Sense finally succumbed when, while the United States was fighting a war on terrorism, a federal judge declared the Pledge of Allegiance to be unconstitutional.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by two stepsiblings: My Rights, and Ima Whiner.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.

- Source Unknown

Endo or Exo?

What's the Temperature in Hell?
Is Hell Exothermic or Endothermic? The following question was reportedly given on a chemistry mid term at the University of Washington.
The answer by one student was so "profound" that the Professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is,of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well.
Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?

Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law, gas cools off when it expands and heats up when it is compressed, or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following:

First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing over time. So we need to know the rate that souls are moving into Hell and the rate they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave.
Therefore, no souls are leaving.

As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today.

Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there are more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially.
Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.

This gives two possibilities:

If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.
Of course, if Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.
So which is it?

...If we accept the postulation given to me by Karen during my Freshman year, "...that it will be a cold day in Hell before I go out with you," and taking into account the fact that I still have not succeeded in having relations with her, then, #2 can not be true.

And thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and will not freeze.

Every girl wants to Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you. Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, "...that's her."

Boys are stupid, but girls are silly too...

Well... at 3 am the Tuesday morning I kinda went... why am I crying? what happened to being optimistic? Is this really all that bad? Crying is deffinetly going to make it worse... how much sleep have I had lately? (the answer to that by the time I got to bed at 1:30 that afternoon was 4 1/2 hours sleep in 45 hours) With that amount of sleep I can't be emotionally stable... So I went to Garfields that morning and I got the "Yes I do love you, but you keep asking and its really super annoying me" Meh, at least I know now!! lol...

However, once again he said he'd call me last night, and nadda... but w/e, we're both super busy, I hope he calls today tho... and at least i'm not crying about it... I've gotten 5 hours sleep yesterday, and 6 hours today! Woot!

Speaking of which, my body isn't very happy about that, it DEFFINETLY wanted more than 6 hours today, but I only have an 1 1/2 to do my accounting h/w and my marketing...

Thanks to everyone who was there for me Monday... i'm super sorry I'm such an emotional fuck ball...

Anywayys, I can't put off h/w much longer. Love you all, even tho I still don't really want to talk to anyone... kinda being a hermit right now, to busy for much else, lol.


Monday, January 16, 2006

Let me clear some things up

When I say we shovel our yard.... I mean the area where we all park our cars and such... we have 10 acres of property, most of it paddocks and pasture, feels like an acre of it lawn, and the other day seemed like another acre in front of the lawn thats kinda like driveway where we all park our cars and such.

Second of all, I hate men, I hate love, and i'm not to fond of life right now. Love isn't really real its just a commercially created feeling that everyone believes they need in their life. Trust me, you don't, life's actually a lot more simple without it. But if thats true then why can't I stop crying? Why have I completly given my heart over to soemone who doesnt' seem to return the feelings? Who doesn't even seem attracted to me anymore? Somone who continually sends me mixed messages like telling me I'm beautiful, the won't even touch me? What the fuck is wrong with ME?

Next, I HATE HATE HATE my job. I'm so sick of dealing with drunk ppl, I'm sick of acting fake and pretending I care. I DON"T care if your eggs are cold, i DON"T really want to get that fixed for you, and i'd rather you didn't come into the fucking restaurant after 10... GET A FUCKING LIFE!!!! ANd I just LOVE how they write you in on your days off... I wonderfully got scheduled for this thursday, AND they wrote me in on tuesday... do you konw what that means? I get ONE day off... ONE!!! WHta the fuck do I do with one day off? Not fuckin sleep, thats for sure. But it doesn't really matter, as long as there is someone to run the restaurant after hours right? Fuck off and die.

Now, in response to this post, please do not phone me, I'd really much rather that the world left me alone. Just take comfort in the fact I may post on here everyonce in a while letting you all know I'm alive.

Saturday, January 14, 2006


First off... the contemplation didn't last long, my mom had a bottle of wine to herself. Second of all... after the accident I um... found vodka after the house had gone to sleep... and apparently my mom knew. Not only did she know, but she expected it. As far as my parents are concerned, i thought that they thought that i'm somewhat of an innocent child who does'nt drink.

Moral of the story, parents are omniscient, and only go along with how you think they precieve you.


So... car seems great so far, except I might need a new starter. Gas economy seems really great, which is super nice. Meh...

I hate relationships... I just feel... i don' tknow, everything, and then today I finally felt nothing... *sigh* just seems like I"m the only one trying to make things work... like sometimes he keeps me around for entertainment, or support, or just cause he doesn't want to make me cry more... and sometimes its like i'm just a complete embarassment, even when we're not in public... I think I'm just being a silly emotional girl, cause grr... i don't know, I think I need sleep. Im over analysing everything, which is stupid, he loves me, i love him... we're just both super busy.

Sending hugs out to all my friends going through a rough time right now. You guys'll make it, you're all strong I know you are.

Oh, and in random news about the car... I drive the same type of car as Mikey... you know, Williams Lake Mikey... ya... shoot me now.

And anyone know how long my driveway is? Ya, my mom shoveled it, and I came home and helped her do the last 20ft and it took her more than 2 hours...

Thats not including the yard, it has yet to be done.

Me and her are contemplating getting drunk.

Friday, January 13, 2006

Letter of Resignation

To all the members of the white car club,

As you all know on the day of Wednsday January the 4 2006, I was in a car accident writing off my white car, and the and my membership to our exclusive club. I want to inform you that I didnt' even really TRY to find a white car, b/c I don't really want to be apart of any club that will have me as a member. In the end I did not find a white car. I now drive a 1988 Red Honda Civic, 3 door hatchback. So I now write this letter to thankfully hand in my resignation. Thank you for the opportunity of being apart of your club, and may your club have many more years.



PS, its actually the same make and model as Melissa's car, the same look as Becca's, and the same colour as Eric's... I really can't get away can I? Actually, it entirely reminds me of Eric's car, its pretty funny.

Also, the above picture isn't actually a picture of my car, but it looks quite similar

Health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.

I used to eat a lot of natural foods until I learned that most people die of natural causes.

Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway.

There are two kinds of pedestrians: the quick and the dead. <-I need this in bumper sticker form

Life is sexually transmitted

The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.

Some people are like Slinkies. Not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you see one tumble down the stairs. < Sooooooo true... I think I'll live by those words

Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of nothing.

How is it one careless match can start a forest fire, but it takes a whole box to start a campfire?

In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.

All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

I beg your pardon...

I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine there's gotta be a little rain sometime
When you take you gotta give so live and let live and let go oh oh oh oh
I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden

I could promise you things like big diamond rings
But you don't find roses growin' on stalks of clover
So you better think it over
Well, if sweet talking you could make it come true
I would give you the world right now on a silver platter
But what would it matter
So smile for a while and let's be jolly love shouldn't be so melancholy
Come along and share the good times while we can

I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine there's gotta be a little rain sometime
I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden

I could sing you a tune and promise you the moon
But if that's what it takes to hold you I'd just as soon let you go
But there's one thing I want you to know
You'd better look before you leap still waters run deep
And there won't always be someone there to pull you out
And you know what I'm talking about
So smile for a while and let's be jolly love shouldn't be so melancholy
Come along and share the good times while we can
I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine there's gotta be a little rain sometime.

Saturday, January 07, 2006

Fun Coupla Days

So I've had a fun coupla days... at least I think it was a couple, might have just been one. Got up at 6:30 am friday morning so that I could get a ride into town instead of being stuck in the sticks all day long... Mel picked me up from Staples, took me home, fed me, and we embarked on a magical day.

First, went to Wal Mart to get me a "proper" sized belt, and some glow in the dark stars. Then got gas, and then we started car shopping of doom!!!! Doom for Mel anyways... started at Toyota, which was just funny b/c we looked at all the cars in the lot and made the sales ppl nervous so one came out to help us... brought us inside pulled up some cars I was interessted in on the computer, one of which was a Corolla, so I mentioned that my parents owned a Corolla; yes they bought it here; Tomra... to which his replial was, "Oh... I'm related to you" ha ha... toooooooooo funny!! Then off to Wood Wheaton we attmepted to go... where Mel drove in to a dead end of doom where we couldn't turn around so ended up BACKING through a maze of cars.... so not cool.... we didnt' actually go inside... lol!! Then to Budget. Fell head over heels in love with a 2002 Cavalier 2 door coupe there... 35 000km, $10 990.... drool... then to Honda... OMG... we got the newest dumbest blondest sales person there. Told her I was looking for a car $10 000 and under, perferably standard, blah blah blah... almost every car she talked about was OVER $10 000... then brings me outside to show me a Civic... which btw her friend is comming to look at tomorrow... says to me, "Its been rebuilt, w/e that means... *giggle*" ACK!! Run... then... THEN she takes me to the $13 000 BMW.... "ooh watch this, *opens and closes door*... oh... thats odd, generally the window pops up a little more to seal it a bit better... wonder if the battery is dead, *sits in BMW, turns it over* Yup! Battery is dead!" got back to Mel's car and almost died laughing at the idiot. BTW, all this has resulted in Mel exclaiming she will NEVER take me car shopping again.

So me and Mel go back to her place to drink a cup of sugar and eat a plate of cheese whilst playing Mario Kart, sit with her dad while he has lunch, go visit Jenny. THEN! off to Garfields to put stars all over his ceiling, b/c he absolutly loves the stars, but growing up in the city never really saw them of course. We make some constellations, then go rock climbing... Garfield comes home and joins in the rock climbing. Mel takes me home, I restart the wood stove, do some dishes, make dinner, sleep for an hour, get up take 2 IBUProfen, go to work. once at work I take a T3... which apparently is enough to make Dez pretty stoned... and serve tables stoned... ya... not really a good combination... I'd start things, then forget what I was doing and walk away... meh. Then I felt like I was going to puke, and THEN I got all stuffy and coughin up a lung. Convinced Kevin to let me go home at 4 am, drove Chris home to Shelly, collapsed in bed and slept for 11 hours, got up, convinced Kevin to let me come in to work at Midnight, played nintendo, slept for another 3, and now I"m getting ready for work...

Ugh... I super don't want to go, also, today is the last day I get the car, the next days are going to be days of hell getting rides, and monday I think i'm not even going home... *sigh* woe is me.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Ha ha... um... sorry?

Well, I think I'll start this post off by saying sorry to those who managed to read the "Teeh ee" post before it was um... hidden for all eternity!! Ok, I kept a copy cause its hilarious to read.

Well... my neck is a lot stiffer today, but my back is alright, so yay for being ok. Father actually loaned me the car today, much to my disgust. I was secretly afriad to drive and hoping everyone would just drive me around for a while, but alas, father decided I was a big girl. So I cried or had an anxiety attack everytime someone turned in front of me, but by the time I went to go home I was completly ok again!

The car was loaned to me so I could go make a statement at ICBC today... the lady was super nice, which was pretty cool, so now I wait for a verdict... also, the whatchamacallit looked at my car today and pronounced it "written off". There was $6000 worth of damage to my $1500 car... frames bent apparently, so so much for that. So I geuss car shopping is now in order, which I suppose I'll embark on tomorrow, and hopefully have a car by next week. I will go crazy with out a car, its already started to happen.

OH! And so much for sleeping all day... dad came in at 11:00 to wake me up and make me face that which he and society deem reality...

Anyways, I'm up at 7 am tomorrow *shudder* since its my only ride in to town, so in order to avoid being stranded in the sticks all day, I must embark on sleeping now. Good night to you all...

Um... yay?

Well... I'm hoping everyone will just catch this post so I don't have to phone and tell everyone individually... I got into a car accident tonight. Now, I'll tell my story of what happened for the 87th time in hopes that I won't have to do this too many more times.

I was driving down Giscome about a km away from my house when I noticed to red lights (tail lights) in the other lane. At first I thougth someone was driving without headlights, then I noticed the guy was backing up. He then came to a complete stop, w/e he was in the other lane, I intended on continuing. He then decided to cut accross my lane to turn on to Maclaren rd. I tried to stop, but couldn't and smashed into him.

My car isn't driveable. The bumper especially on the right side is smashed in, can't turn the wheels, the transmission is disconnected so I couldn't put it in gear (still ran though, get that?!?!), the front fender is crumpled so I couldn't open my door very far.

I however am fine. Very stiff and sore, even after 2 IBProfen, but no blood or broken bones which apparently means I'm alright.

Humor in all this... Tow trucks came to put our cars in the compound so ICBC can go take a look at them. The guy got out of the tow truck, looked at me and said "I know you!!!" walked away to talk to the police officer, came back and said "Now I know where from... Denny's" *sigh* Kinda humorous tho.

I brought my horse downtown today, paid the $220 for my board a couple days ago so I could start riding and such. Needless to say he'll be coming home tomorrow as to not complicate my life anymore. I start school next monday, plus I work 32 hours a week and live 20mins out of town. This is going to suck not having a car. My car is my freedom and independance.

Apparently I don't get a new years. I rang in the new years at Denny's so we were having a New Years party at Stan's tonight... thats where I was heading when I got into the accident.

After the towtrucks took away my car, and I did all the ICBC stuff, I had to get mom to drive me downtown so we could feed my horse. I mentioned that we were close to Garfield's house so mom decided I could stop just so he could see that I was ok. Went inside, cried, got my McFlurry I had left from before. Went back outside, mom decided that she could come in to meet Sandy (Garfield's mom) next thing I knew I was being given legal advice, IBProfen, and both mothers decided I was going to the ER to make sure nothing serious had been done to my body. So Garfield took his mom's jeep, and my mom drove me to the ER, then left to feed the horses, so Garfield sat with me in the ER till my mom came, then they both waited with me. Once again, I'm fine, its only muscular, should be 100% in 5-7 days, did get a note to get out of work, and was given pain killers. Had to put on a gown tho... first time I've ever done that, and also did the hammer knee reflex thing, first time for that also! The reflex thing was kinda happy, having the Dr. lift up my gown to look for seatbelt damage, not so cool. After that got a hug and a kiss and Garfield went home and mom drove me home, bought a Buy & Sell incase its decided its my fault or 50/50 and I need a new car, or another Colt for parts... and here I sit in pain telling a whole bunch of you how much my day sucked.

Before all this I also sliced my finger open with a knife.

I give up, this sucks super hardcore, I'm going to bed where I intend on staying for quite some time.