a silver 2003 honda civic EX
I almost passed out earlier this evening. It might have been the fact that I was hungry... or maybe it was because I became a CAR OWNER today. After some negotiating (and help from friend who knew the fleet manager at a dealership), I signed my name to my very own vehicle. The process was pretty informal as the sales person was a friend of my friend. However when it came time to sign the papers, I stopped breathing and felt light-headed as I signed at the dotted line. I am an adult!
8/21/2003
8/17/2003
update
I spent a week as a camp counselor for a bay area KUMC youth camp. One of the kids in my small group was Chinese. He became my homeboy instantly. The kids were shocked that I was 10 years older than they were (they assumed I was 19). Some of the boys called me Ah-juh-mah. I took advantage of my seniority to make them do stuff for me. I also bonded with my Chinese sister-who-goes-to-a-Korean-church. Hurrah for fellow left-handed Cantonese ladies.
God hooked it up for me while I was away. While I was at camp, the car insurance peeps called my parents and told them that my messed up car was not worth fixing and were going to assess the market value pre-crash to determine how large a check they're going to cut me. Yay, sort of. Being away at camp was really healthy for me because I barely thought about my janked up car and my janked up circumstances. It was a good - though completely exhausting - break from my reality.
Okay, that's it. I'm stinkin tired. I slept 12 hours on Friday night and 9 last night... and I'm still pooped.
I spent a week as a camp counselor for a bay area KUMC youth camp. One of the kids in my small group was Chinese. He became my homeboy instantly. The kids were shocked that I was 10 years older than they were (they assumed I was 19). Some of the boys called me Ah-juh-mah. I took advantage of my seniority to make them do stuff for me. I also bonded with my Chinese sister-who-goes-to-a-Korean-church. Hurrah for fellow left-handed Cantonese ladies.
God hooked it up for me while I was away. While I was at camp, the car insurance peeps called my parents and told them that my messed up car was not worth fixing and were going to assess the market value pre-crash to determine how large a check they're going to cut me. Yay, sort of. Being away at camp was really healthy for me because I barely thought about my janked up car and my janked up circumstances. It was a good - though completely exhausting - break from my reality.
Okay, that's it. I'm stinkin tired. I slept 12 hours on Friday night and 9 last night... and I'm still pooped.
8/09/2003
another drama
Wednesday night I was driving home from celebrating a friend's birthday. I was pulling up to a light behind a car when all of a sudden a car crashes into me from behind sending my car straight into the one in front of me. Yes, folks, I was in an accident. But following in the footsteps of the random crap that has happened to me in the past few years, this was no ordinary rear-end. After the sucka hit my car, the guy hopped out of his car, ran across the other side of the expressway in oncoming traffic, jumped a fence and took off, leaving his broke down car. Meanwhile I'm sitting in my car, which is now attached to the underside of a Ford Explorer, in shock, thinking WHAAATTTTTT???????? A man who witnessed the accident from a few cars behind came over and started asking me questions (What day is it? Are you okay?) while I blubbered answers to him through my sobs. [Did I mention that I got this new car in October?] The ambulance came and said that I was okay but I needed to see my doctor (by this time I was practically hyperventilating). WHY DOES THIS CRAP KEEP HAPPENING TO ME?
I'm pretty sore and the doctor said I'd be okay (although you never know with Kaiser). My car is a total loss. I don't know if the CHP officers have caught that sucka, which might have been racing with another car when he plowed into me. I'm thankful that I'm still alive and relatively well. I cannot shake the fact that unfortunate things keep happening to me. My mom keeps saying that God is telling me something. I agree, I just don't know what he's telling me.
Wednesday night I was driving home from celebrating a friend's birthday. I was pulling up to a light behind a car when all of a sudden a car crashes into me from behind sending my car straight into the one in front of me. Yes, folks, I was in an accident. But following in the footsteps of the random crap that has happened to me in the past few years, this was no ordinary rear-end. After the sucka hit my car, the guy hopped out of his car, ran across the other side of the expressway in oncoming traffic, jumped a fence and took off, leaving his broke down car. Meanwhile I'm sitting in my car, which is now attached to the underside of a Ford Explorer, in shock, thinking WHAAATTTTTT???????? A man who witnessed the accident from a few cars behind came over and started asking me questions (What day is it? Are you okay?) while I blubbered answers to him through my sobs. [Did I mention that I got this new car in October?] The ambulance came and said that I was okay but I needed to see my doctor (by this time I was practically hyperventilating). WHY DOES THIS CRAP KEEP HAPPENING TO ME?
I'm pretty sore and the doctor said I'd be okay (although you never know with Kaiser). My car is a total loss. I don't know if the CHP officers have caught that sucka, which might have been racing with another car when he plowed into me. I'm thankful that I'm still alive and relatively well. I cannot shake the fact that unfortunate things keep happening to me. My mom keeps saying that God is telling me something. I agree, I just don't know what he's telling me.
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