As of today, my weekend that I dubbed "my death to 21 year olds" is finally coming to a close. After a night of entertaining for Tyler's 21st, a flooded basement for Anne's, and a fender bender for Daniela's, I've concluded that I never want to celebrate another 21st birthday again. Not even my own the way things have been going. I told my friend I would bake him a cake for his birthday, but then I mentioned I may or may not burn down the house when doing this. So together we arrived to a store bought cake (with no candles of course) and no forks or knives, for I could most likely cause some serious damage with those as well.
Though it is Monday turned to Tuesday, I say my weekend is finally closing because I have capped off the finishing touches of taking care of my car. No classes in the morning because a field adjuster is coming to take some photos of the damage. I hope I can get a classy pose out of this photo shoot, but if not, I just want Jane to look her best. (Jane is my car. Her name is compliments of my mother in that there is no AC, no power windows, no power locks and no cruise control. Just the basic features which include wheels, breaks, doors, and a radio; thus making her "Plain Jane" or the even plainer, straight forward "Jane")
I tried to give her some loving the night of the accident, we rubbed down her dashboard as we drove along Wolf Road in search of a fine dining establishment to continue celebrating the 21 years of life for Daniela and Anne. Jokes of my driving and how I abuse my car had been made all night, right up until the time I was rear-ended at the light. After the weekend I had (a day prior, someone backed into me... no damage, Jane can take a beating) I was not surprised when I heard the squealing tires and busting glass (that painful scream that I heard last... sorry I couldn't help sticking that line in there). In all honesty, I didn't think it was real until I saw the car fly up next to me and bits of Jane and the Gray Invader (this is the name I have dubbed the other kid's car) fly in front of me. I quickly jumped out to retrieve what I could of my broken baby. The cop was pretty chill; I proceeded to joke non-stop of the incident and confused the cop in that there was joking and laughing instead of screaming and punching. To retaliate our laughter the cop came over and said "okay, here's your tickets!" with a big smile on his face. The he was like "no, no, just kidding, there was so much laughing and joking, I wanted to join in." Naturally, I wanted to punch him in the face. Silly cops. It was nothing short of a good time....
Now that you can see the damage to poor little Jane, I'll just go ahead and tell you that I didn't really get into a car accident. What really happened was a bear came right out of no where (though it actually may have came from Home Depot) and while I stopped for for a red light he attacked the back of my car. I know, I couldn't believe that happened either. Damn bears.
After all that was said and done, we finished the weekend of birthday celebrations with going to bomber's for the giant 40 oz. free birthday margarita for Daniela. I could have downed that thing in about 5 minutes after the night/weekends previous events; Daniela on the other hand paced herself.
So today, I had two classes that Jane brought me to (she's built Ford tough and is still drivable, thankfully) and I came home to make what felt like nine million phone calls to get everything taken care of. It was good to know that his insurance is covering a loaner car for me when I'm on Spring Break getting my car fixed (in the words of Eric "joyride time!!"). Speaking of Spring Break, I have more phone calls to make. I need to get a drug test so I can work in the pharmacy. I failed the ethics test (long story) and will probably fail the drug test too with my luck. I'm looking forward to working a ton of hours if at all possible over break and then going home on the weekends to work and avoid mass alcohol consumption so that I can study instead. My studying of course consists of three minutes of reading and then two hours of Freecell and Facebook stalking.. That game and that website are my kryptonite, I swear.
I think it's time for bed, and Covich wants to read this, so I guess I'll stop here and appease the masses. More tomorrow I'm sure, I feel like this is going to by my new kryptonite and is also slightly addicting (similar to crack, actually).
Tomorrow is Tuesday Night Date Night with Anne. I wonder what we'll have for dinner....
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