One second, you're just adjusting your radio dial - the next, you look up, think, "HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK!" and rear end someone.

Fortunately, the Jeep doesn't have a scratch. Bwahhaha, points for it being a SUV. The other car (an old crappy Buick, much like my first car) has some smashed tail-lights.

The whole deal, even though it wasn't that bad, upset me greatly. The rest of the day was just a broken record of me thinking to myself, "I just keep trying to do my best and something always goes wrong!"

See, when most people work a 14 hour shift, it's just a pain in the ass. When I overextend myself, I get BIT in the ass.

And this was indeed an ass biting.

Note to self:

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STOP HAVING FUCKING CAR ACCIDENTS!

In other news...weee. I went to New York City as part of a field trip for school last Thursday. We toured the CBS building, which was more of a borefest than it should have been. But afterward, S and I went to this frickin' awesome Mexican place, where I was able to get everything with soy cheese and not the real thing. Then we found our way to the Hudson River and just hung out on the docks for hours. I kept wanting to just dive into the water, but the horrendous amount of litter made me think otherwise.

I've got some big plans after this semester, if I can make them. CW wants to move out. It is time. She will not have much money, but it. is. time.

I just need to find a sane roommate.