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| Yesterday was my first car crash....
After the NHS meeting, I left to go home. It was about 3:30. I was excited to leave because I eagerly wanted to go home and play some videogames. Rain pelted my car as I drove carelessly home with one hand, on asphalt slippery and wet. Right when I entered Bucklake road, near the entrance to Buckwood, I saw in the distance a car, a car that looked like it was moving normally on the road. What I didn't notice was that the car was actually not moving. Apparently the car stopped because someone in front of them was turning, and right when I got over the hill and the car became in view, the car, soon to be rear ended, began moving slowly. I couldn't tell because the windshield wipers were beating across my windshield ferociously, obscuring my view at very short intervals. By the time I realized it, it was too late. My world closed in on me. Oh yeah I braced for it alright. I experienced every excruciating fraction of a second that passed right before the point of impact. For a split second, I could see my possible futures. Either I was going to walk away fine, maybe a bruise or so, or I was going to be crippled for life, in a wheelchair, and maybe possibly even die. At the last minute, I slammed on the brakes, but it wasn't good enough.
It was game over.
The glass shattered, and debris flew at me. I tried to cover my face, but some shards pierced through my hands and arms, shredding throw bone and flesh. One piece caught me somewhere between my eyes. Suddenly something hard punctured my groin. It felt like hell. Blood shot out of my mouth. I smelled that acrid, chemical smell that was a combination of smoke, fire, and rubber. Fire. Yes, fire. My eyes were open, but I couldn't see anything, but I could definitely feel the heat. Consciousness slowly started to slip away. My eyes began to shut. I felt as though God had played a joke on me. All I wanted to do was go home, and play some frickin Mortal Kombat. I blacked out...
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ok, ok, ok, that would've of been cool...if that was actually true. so here's the real story:
I hydroplaned going 40, probably 100 feet behind the car, and just slammed into their back. My head cocked back in recoil and then rushed forward like a spring, ricocheting off the airbag, which popped out of the steering wheel like a flower that blossomed at the speed of light. That was the only cool part by the way. I remember thinking, "whoa, that air bag thing was tight...shit fucking came out of nowhere". That feeling of course was short lived. When the worst was over, smoke permeated from inside the vehicle. I winced. Tears clouded my vision. I had to get out. My car was in the middle of traffic, and I was definitely blocking it. It was still raining. I was so confused. I didn't really know whether to ask if the person was ok or not or beat the shit out of myself because of my carelessness and then run away, because I know if I didn't do it, my parents would ( i'm exaggerating, they would never beat me...I'm a grown ass man). I paced back and forth outside my car for a minute before I realized that the most decent thing for me to do was to see if the other person was ok. I walked over to her window, hoping she wasn't dead ( that would've sucked), and tapped on it. The woman was talking to somebody on her cell phone, and when she saw me, she motioned for me to pull the car to the side of the road. We both then pulled our respective cars to the side of the road. She got out, and oddly enough, she was fine, and calm, and maybe even too fine with it. We assessed the damages to each other's cars, called our insurance companys, and got a cop to come over. She introduced herself as Ms. Pecha, and the funny thing was that she was a teacher at Lincoln, as an environmental science teacher. Well anyway, I think she was lesbian, because her friend ( i think it was friend, might have been mom) came and they kind of rubbed each other funny, as lovers might rub each other.
My parents eventually came, and I thought I was gonna get it, but it wasn't that bad. My mom was just glad I was alive. I still got the usual harangue about responsibility and maturity, but it didn't last that long. An hour tops. Dad was stoic like he usually was, couldn't really tell if he was really mad or not. He was stil irritated though. His tone and message basically translated into, "Good job dumbass, thought you would've lasted at least 6 months before your first crash". The tow truck eventually came and took the shattered beauty home. Sheriff said I was at fault, but not enough for me to get a ticket. God bless his heart. I got home and I was just so shocked with the day's events, I took a nap.
I only blame myself for what happened. It might be true to say that disaster could've been averted only if I had been over that hill a few seconds beforehand so I could've seen those brake lights and would've been aware that a car was stopped there, but who knows. It's so sad. I miss that car right now. I miss that feeling I got when I stepped into the seat, put my backpack in the passenger side, and stuck the key into the ignition, knowing that at that point, I could go anywhere I wanted. Freedom. That car represented freedom. Fucking pity that I lost it on a lame accident such as rear ending another car, especially when it was my fault.
Burning sunlight that still penetrated my closed shut window blinds in scattered rays woke me up from my nap. The rain had cleared up. I, in my wifebeater and boxers, walked outside to see the view. I saw skies of blue, clouds of white, trees of green, and red roses too. And I really did think to myself, what a wonderful world.
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| here's a poem I wrote:
I love the way you don't talk back to me,
and how you don't take my stuff,
you're like cocaine or crack,
that I just can't get enough,
You're a fine piece of merchandise,
a grade A piece of work straight outta the factory,
you make me happy, you make me glad,
you're beyond satisfactory.
I love the way you let me play with you
even when you're not in the mood.
You would lay there and let me please myself,
even while i'm eating food,
I wanna take you to the next level,
and plug my "controller" into your "port",
I'm gonna have me some fun for hours,
it aint' gonna be short.
I don't know what i'd do without you,
my baby, my boo,
you're my one and only girl,
you're my Playstation 2.
..............I'm such a lonely individual  ........ | | |
| - bad touch - Afterschool on Friday, Fernando, Trey, and Paul headed over to my house and Trey brought along his SNES so we could play some Ultimate Mortal Kombat 3 tournament style. Pretty cool game...I felt nostalgic as it reminded me of elementary school when my friends and I started our own little mortal kombat fan club way back in the day. Around the evening, we went to the football jamboree. Lincoln sucked...bad. We left during the Lincoln/Chiles part of the game, cuz' it got so damn boring. We went to steak and shake and got to go cuz' the drivers had their curfews. Got home around 11:30. fun day i suppose.
went innertubing with my parents on saturday. I thought it was going to suck, but it wasn't half bad. It was fun just chilling out in a little tube with your ass half submerged in the cold water. As I drifted down river, I enjoyed all the wonderful Floridian forestry scenery. With the exception of spiders and icky seagrass floating around, it was quite aesthetic. There were a couple of Turkish exchange students that were innertubing along side of me as well...I don't know why...but the guys are really hairy. Sometime during the journey downstream, I outstretched my arms out for a yawn, and when I brought my arms back, there was one sandal dangling off of my wrist. Apparently some person must've of left their sandal floating in the water. It was all good...I gained a paddle. As I noticed my surroundings, I took note of how beautiful the sun shined thru the trees and how clear some of the water was...and then i thought..."hmmm...I'd like to experience sex while floating in an inner tube". After that, i just started to think of all the places i wanted to have sex in. Under a waterfall, on a beach, in a cave, at a hot spring, in a tree house, in a janitor's closet, on a teacher's desk, on a rooftop, on a trampoline, in an airplane bathroom (mile high club baby), in between classes, under the bleachers, definitely in a car, in a neighbors house when they're out of town, a stranger's house (break in thru the window), in an empty movie theater, in the woods, in a middle of a field out in Iowa under a big tree and surrounded by fields of wheat, in a space shuttle under zero gravity (think of the fun there), in a cheap motel room, under a restaurant table, on the kitchen table or floor, in a hammock, on a yacht in the middle of nowhere, and finally...in a ball pit. Yeah...I was uh...pretty "up and running" for about an hour...after a while...I didn't really need that damn sandal to steer me in the water anymore  ...heh...jk jk. ANYWAY...yeah...inner tubing was pretty tight. | | |
| THE FUNNY FOREIGNER
There's two things I regret in my life: 1) not doing sports while I was younger because now all I'm good at is math and videogames and 2) being the funny Chinese kid. That's right, most people enjoy having the funny Chinese kid around. Somebody to laugh at, somebody to laugh with, somebody to make things interesting. Yes...the funny Chinese kid...everybody knows that kid...everybody loves the fucking funny Chinese kid. Well guess what...IT FUCKING SUCKS. It's a crying shame when the only way the funny Chinese kid actually gains friends is actually being funny. Most of the time...he's just a joke. He's never taken seriously. Even when he tries to put his mack on...(this is from my own experience)...the girls just think he's joking and in order for the funny chinese kid to save the embarrassment...he says that he's just messing and joking around when in actuality...he actually is just trying to find a chick...he doesn't even have to be aggressive...he could just say "hey, you look very pretty today"...but he'll just get laughed at. When people (i'm actually referring to girls) comment about the funny foreigner, they just say that he's really cool and that he's funny...that's it. Come on...you know that blows. That's like saying..."No way, he's like a brother to me". You see...the funny Chinese kid doesn't really have any real friends either. Sure...I mean...some people might want him to hang out with them sometime (most of the time they just want to see him get high because it's supposedly funny), but the funny Chinese kid is just for laughs...some shits and giggles occasionally. I guess the biggest flaw in the funny foreigner is that maybe he can't make real friends. He's been so taken as a joke, that maybe there's nothing else to find interesting in a person. (sigh)...........summer blows........i'll be at the liquor store. | | |
| man...I'm sure glad i got this online journal...I'm so bored. I'm so bored...I think i'll tell you about my day
Me, Myself and Irene saw a Scary Movie today, when suddenly my Runaway Bride who was Gone In Sixty Seconds came up to me after we got married on Friday...The 13th. She brought along her friends Mr. Bean and the Cable Guy and told me "I Got The Hook Up" with some weed that's Half-Baked. I said, "Don't Be A Menace...you Liar Liar. Either way I believed her, so I went with her to a House Party in a cab while Driving Ms. Daisy, and I got to my Final Destination quicker than a New York Minute. As soon as I got there the alcohol and women was like The Sound Of Music to my ears, and was turning my Small Soldier into a Lethal Weapon. Then Ms. Congeniality came up to me and I was like Woo! Because my Sixth Sense was telling me What Lies Beneath and that was that my Shaft wanted to Spawn some Rugrats. Suddenly, I got so drunk that I found a Naked Gun and told this guy "Analyze this!". Suddenly, I had to run the Green Mile while moving with Speed toward the Wild Wild West to escape being one of the Bad Boys. Then my American Beauty came up to me and said..."I Know What You Did Last Summer". man, I was about to Scream. She was about to Scream 2! Lord, you never saw how fast this Chicken Run. Soon I found a Time Machine so I could go Back To The Future but guess where I ended up..........Jurrasic Park. Then I noticed There Was Something About Mary, so I jumped into the Matrix to Dance With The Wolves so I could find The Little Mermaid to eat some American Pie while searching for a Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. As Good As It Gets, some Bone Collector came and gave me the Snake Eyes and told me an Indecent Proposal. He wanted me to Good Will Hunting a John Q and be like the Terminator. I said..."Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?" He told me to ride the Money Train to Escape From L.A. and ask Godzilla and King Kong where The Client was. I soon found out that they were telling True Lies. So I went the Fast And The Furious and soon it became The Hunt For Red October and I knew...it was a Time To Kill........
yeah...so anyway...yeah...I'm bored | | |
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