I figured I should at least make use of DeviantArt's little journal skin promo at least once. Journal skins really do look nice, and I think they add more interest to people's pages. I know this one isn't too interesting, but I love the minimalistic look. Too bad you normally have to be subscribed to have them. Oh, well.

Um... college update. First semester is getting close to being over. I have the rest of this wekk, then a week of for Thanksgiving, and when we come back we'll only have a few more weeks... like... two or something. It's pretty awesome, but don't know how I'm going to come out of Chemistry. I made in the 80's on the first test and in the 70's on the second two. Now we only have the final... so there's no way I can make an A in there. And a B will be hard to pull off. Thankfully my other classes are going okay. Political Science is sort of on the edge, but I think as long as I study I can pull it off. Marching Band is also almost over. Two games left... and then probably only one bowl game cause the UGA football team sucked this year. I don't mind that they sucked though, cause I really don't want to go to a game. You know when the bowl games we may go to are? December 27th or New Year's Eve. I'm pretty ticked about both of those.

Hardly any of the other band people understand my anger. They're like, "IT'S THE BEST EVER! YOU GET TO SEE FOOTBALL AND HANG OUT WITH US!" Not that I don't like them, but I'd rather hang out with close friends on New Years, or with family nly two days after Christmas.

Anyway...



IF YOU JUST WANT TO SEE THE PICTURES OF MY WRECKED CAR INSTEAD OF READING THE WHOLE STORY JUST SCROLL TO THE BOTTOM.

Yep. I had my first car wreck a few weeks ago. And by golly if I was going to have a wreck I was going to have a good one. Here's what went down...

I was driving out to Oktoberfest to meet my family since I was home for the weekend. It was dark and I wasn't exactly sure where to go. My mom's phone wasn't ringing, so she never answered, and I accidentally went down the wrong road. I realized this rather quickly, but I kept driving, trying to find a good place to turn around. I kept passing ones that would have been great, because they all sneaked up on me, and I couldn't stop quickly cause it'd been raining and this guy was right on my bumper. Finally, once I ended up in some mountainous roads and realized I wouldn't reach another town for quite some time I drove down into a driveway and got turned around. A few minutes after I got back on the road, a curve surprised me. The roads were wet, so when I pushed my brakes to slow down I ended up hydroplaning. I tried to correct it, but of course I over corrected. It was then that I knew I was going to crash so I just closed my eyes and held on. I was sure I was dead.

When I opened my eyes I was still alive, but water was running into my floorboards. I'd landed in a creek that was high because of all the recent rain. My glasses had fallen off so when I gave up trying to find them in the water at my feet I looked for my phone. Thankfully I still had it, and it still worked. I don't know what I would have done without it. See, I was terrified from the crash, but at that moment I was more scared that some rapist/murderer would find me. I didn't know where I was, I was soaking wet, and it was pitch black besides my headlights (turns out there was a power outage in that area that night. Go figure). I ended up getting a hold of my dad and through lots of sobbing and what I was sure was going to turn into a panic attack I let him no what had happened, and he called 911.

While we were on the phone several cars passing by spotted me. And old man, a guy and his wife, a man and his son, and after a while an ex-firefighter. They were all super helpful, and I couldn't have been luckier. The guy with the wife helped get me out of the river, and once they'd sat me on the bed of their truck he went down and got out all my important stuff, including my glasses. The guy with the son (who, I'm ashamed of, I kept thinking about being cute and how he must be my age)also had a dog, named Wrigley (a Brittney Spaniel), and so he put the dog on the truck bed and let me pet him. that helped calm me down for the time, and after a while my parents, the police, and the tow truck showed up.

Guess what I got a ticket for. Failure to maintain my own lane. Way to be witty cops. The police actually said I should have gotten two tickets, that one and one for speeding. He'd asked me how fast I was going. Since I was in no mental condition to answer questions at the time I'd told him the first number to come to my mind. 50 mph. The speed limit? 45. I'm pretty sure I was going below that, but no matter would have been going too fast for conditions in his mind. But no, the police was nice and just gave me the one for failure to maintain my lane. The wreck happened at about 10, and we finally got my car (totaled) up the cliff and on the tow truck at about midnight.

Then, my mom and step dad took me to the hospital just to make sure I was okay. They took x-rays and everything, but I was only bruised badly on my knees (I think they hit the dash and the steering wheel), a few small scratches on my shins, and a small piece of glass embedded in my head. We thought the cut on my head was a lot bigger, cause the blood had run down the side of my head, but when the nurse cleaned it up it was just a tiny spot. She actually didn't find the glass in it though. As I was lying there waiting for my x-rays I pulled out the piece of glass myself. They gave me some Lortab to calm me down (I was still shaking quite violently) and sent me home at about 2 AM.

I was so lucky, I know that. There was definitely a guardian angel with me that night cause everything went just well enough that I came out of it fine. I think it probably made me a little mentally unstable, but I mean, with a wreck like that it's to be expected. For several nights I had to take the Lortab before bed, cause otherwise I had this horrifying feeling that if I looked at myself, or if I moved, I would suddenly realize I wasn't actually alive anymore. That was the worst. Writing this actually got my adrenaline pumping again, imagining it and all. If I think enough about it I can vaguely recall the sound of the back of my car hitting the rock and being crushed (I went off the bank backwards, hit a huge rock, and that's what flipped me around). I might remember the sound of the back window shattering too.

And yeah, I was really sad about my car. When I first got it I actually hated it (I'd wanted something bigger) but over the past couple years I grew really attached to it. And besides, it was my first car. Now I've got to look for something that I feel will be just as safe, if not safer.

Sorry about how awfully long that is, but I'm glad to have written it all out. I hadn't done that before now.

That night: [link] [link] [link]
The Back: [link] [link] [link] [link] [link]
The Front: [link] [link]
Maybe you can see all the loose glass: [link]

And yeah, that's me in the grey hoodie. I was feeling fine enough to go out and see my poor car. And I had to get all my stuff out.