Don't worry, everyone is okay and even both vehicles are alright. I got a good dent near the passenger door handle and decent scrapes going across the side from the back tire to the front. It was the other guys fault because as I was exiting off of the bridge, our light was green. So I drove the speed limit through the intersection when this guy, from the cross intersection, turns really wide. I thought he was going to stay in his lane so I dodged it until I heard a BUMP noise and my car jerked over a bit. I immediately stopped, put on my blinking lights, and parked in the nearest parking lot. He did the same. I forgot ALL what we are supposed to do after a accident. All I got was his phone number; not a name, insurance, etc. I couldn't think of it at the time! I was startled half to death! He was a nice lad, didn't yell at me or anything. He thought it was my fault until I explained to him that there are two separate lanes. He understood, told me he didn't have insurance (I do) and wondered what we were supposed to do. I said, "I don't know!" and he said, "Let me give you my phone number because I have to take this car to an appointment." I agreed, wrote down his number, left him a message and was on my way.
I got to college safe and sound. I called my dad first since my mom is in Canada today and I didn't want to waste the money. He yelled at me as if it were my fault but... that's just my dad for you. I called my mom right afterwards and she was much softer and let me know that it is only a car and that she is thankful I am okay.
I cried a bit. I was sad that I wrecked my car through an accident and my dad yelling at me. At least my mom wasn't too concerned over the car. I assured them both that it isn't a HUGE deal. Just a dent and a handful of scratches; easily to wipe off with the right stuff.
The dent on the other hand, we will most likely be taking it to the shop. It won't cost more than, I think, $75. It really, really, really isn't that bad and I am truly thankful for that.
My car is a trooper. He's almost been through everything.
That side of the car tends to be hurt MORE than the drivers side. In a sense, that's a very good thing!
My dad just called me and let me know that he got a hold of the dude. He admitted that he hit me but, for some reason, the calls signal went out and dad hasn't gotten a hold of him since. I'm sure it wasn't the guy doing it on purpose. The dude seems like a pretty nice guy and doesn't give me the sense of him trying to do a hit-and-run scenario.
I drew out the diagram for dad on how the car accident went. I also wrote down what we said. More or less, I'm worried about the collectors truck than my car!! Haha! I hope the guy who is getting that truck doesn't see the damage!
Anyway, yea... my day sucks... Couldn't do work at all so I wrote Mason a letter during math class.
Talking about letters, I feel like writing Mason so many letters is useless almost. He hardly gets them, I hardly get his... I just feel... LONELY after sending them. I feel calm when writing them but... once sent... I feel like, "Oh, well... time to wait." And you know me, I am a very impatient person. I'm getting tired of writing Mason all of these letters... I want to actually TALK to him; hear his voice. I'm starting to forget what it sounds like which seems impossible, I know.
Gah... It's like so much crap happens while he's away... I don't understand!
Oh well. Time to deal with it I suppose, eh?
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