*sigh*

so... life has quite possibly hit a new low, but for some reason I feel a lot better...

maybe the hour-long crying session followed by me walking to the store and quitting was just what I needed...

so. umm. you probably want to hear the story of "shit happens" crap...

that's what my mom told me in attempts to get me to stop crying... didn't really work very well.

but anyway... yeah. driving to my trumpet lesson after school... right on mormon trek/1st ave. right in front of the Iowa State Bank... the car right in front of me (who turned out to be max parsons) decided it would be fun to slam on the brakes...

umm.

wimpy the wonder car really IS wimpy. really, really wimpy. So... I end up running into the back of his truck, and chris connely comes about an inch away from crushing the back of my car as well...

so. we pull into the bank parking lot, look at stuff (my car needs a new hood and front bumper, his car is fine. go figure), I call my mom, he leaves (go figure again), call the police... mom gets there, dad gets there, cop gets there... cop asks me questions... cop gets pissed at the fact that max left... gets info, doesn't give me a ticket, says I'll be contacted on like Monday and we'll figure out what's going on with lisencing stuff... cop leaves to break up a fight with a kid with a knife... mom drives me home...

I'm bawling like a baby at this point... or else I would've driven myself home.

So, yeah. Wimpy needs repairs.

So... I went home, cried a little more, started laughing at the stupidness of it all... dad came into my room and told me to quit if I really didn't like my job... so I went to the store to figure out paycheck stuff (still wasn't fixed), and told Clinton that I wanted to withdraw my re-application... so... yeah. my last day is in 9 days.

FREEDOM!

what else sucked today?

We got our chem tests back today. I... umm... failed...

I think Emma had the highest score in our class, which was a 69%. D+.

shit, buckwalter blows.

we spent the whole period today screwing around while she finished grading tests...

we even wandered out into the hallway a couple of times, and she didn't care.

we had people sitting on desks, writing on the chalkboard, playing poker all period...

and she didn't care.

she brought us doughnuts today... apparently to make up for the fact that she's the worst f-ing teacher at west.

she came to school late one day earlier this week... and she goes off on random tangents that mean absolutely nothing to us... and she's a really really bad teacher.

yeah. that was the other crappy thing that happened today.

but... I'm actually really happy right now... mary:happy as car:wimpy and buckwalter:sucky...

gah... I want to talk about pixie stixs, but I must resist...

not that anyone that reads this diary would tell anyway.

but still.

'tis a good story.

alex and I rock.

hmm... mmm... pizza... dinner. laters.

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