So today, after dropping off two of my friends at their respective homes, I got in a car accident. T-boned at an intersection by a car speeding through a stop sign. Oh, yes. The pick-up -- a little red thing, thank you god was it not a Ford F-350 like so many people in my hicktown drive -- hit my Subaru Impreza on the driver's side rear door, so holy fuck was I ever lucky, people die in car accidents, and spun it around at least ninety degrees. I'm fine -- someone called the cops, and the cops called an ambulance, and I got to get a neckbrace and a backboard and spend two hours at the hospital. My car is probably dead. I have no broken bones, no bruising yet; I didn't even get cut by all the shattered glass. The doctors say I'll probably be sore for a couple days, but I should be fine. I'll skip my first few classes tomorrow morning, probably, and thank you god am I not AP testing tomorrow -- tomorrow's Calculus. I do English Lit on Thursday.
Icon never so appropriate.
Icon never so appropriate.