Mini-van

Remember when I got hit by that mini-van while I was crossing the street last week? Well the bruise kind of got funky... I guess it takes bruises a few days to grow. For those who are curious... here's a picture! That's my left leg you're looking at... the mini-van was making a left turn into me as I was crossing so the front/hood part of the car rammed into my leg. Beautiful, isn't it? I just love life.

The day before was a horrible day: stress with thesis, stress with friends, stress with planning events, etc. I cried my eyes out because I was upset, but I was told that the next day would be better... you know people say, "things will only get better." That's what I thought. I thought things couldn't get worst, but they did.... because little did I know what was going to happen the next day... DUN DUN DUN!

So yeah, I didn't break any bones luckily... but I was so embarrassed that I told the elderly gentleman driving the mini-van that I was fine and walked away. I was going to the video store and once I got inside, I started crying. The video store guy was nice to me and let me use the phone to call someone (I didn't want to walk back to school now that I have a fear of crossing streets). No one picked up. Damn the town I go to college in and their stupid mountains that don't give me reception in certain areas. I left the video store and ended up going inside this violin shop. I started crying when I asked if I could use their phone because my cell phone didn't get reception. The people there were nice too when I explained what happen ("wait, YOU were hit by a car while you were walking? you weren't in a car?") and let me use their phone... again, no one picked up. The one lady, who was one of the owners/workers, said she was going to the store and asked if she could drop me off at school. That was really nice of her.

So yes, I have this lovely bruise to remind me everyday about that crappy week. Sometimes I want to say F U to life, but sometimes life says F U to me. Eh...