This is one of those woe is me entries.

This week has just been hard because of the papers due.
I'm going to start with Tuesday though. Tuesday night I get a call from my mother and she said, "Somthing wrong with my mother come to the house I'm calling 911!" In an instant I run to my car and come out of my parking lot like a bat out of hell. I think I got air over the speed bumps. I beat the paramedics there and they are closer than me. I spent about 2 hours at the hospital because my grandma fell and may have internal bleeding. So I cried most of wednesday. During the afternoon I was going to meet my mom for lunch before work. On my way there someone makes a sudden stop and I get in my first acciednt. I only rearended them and my car was the only one damaged.

Just before that I was walking around a car that had a ladder on top that I didn't see and ran into that. I went to work and cut my finger open on accident. After work I had to see if my hood could still open and close. It would open, but not close. We tied it down and everything was fine. Until I got on the freeway this morning. I got on and about 2 minutes later my hood flew up and there went my day. I had to wait for over 2 hrs for AAA. During those 2 hours a highway patrol guy stopped and inerigated me for 5 minutes. He's like why are you tired? Well let me see i've cried for 2 days straight almost and I've been sitting here for 2 hours! Fucking highway patrol. Shitty stupid day. I missed a psych test, but I called my teacher and she said it was ok, thank god. And I'm so thankful Robert's parents came and tied down my hood so I can use my car until I can fix it. That is all.