Alrighty, so, yesterday on my way to school I had my first accident. I stopped at a light and the girl behind me stopped but the girl behind her careened into her, who in turn lurched forward and hit me. It was only a fender bender but a slightly more intense one because the damage was a little more severe. My car luckily is nationally noted for being a tank and seriously indestructible. But, I was shaken. I didn’t cry though. The other two girls weren’t sobbing but they were definitely crying. I was rather amazed at how well I handled it. I called my parents and they said they were on their way but by the time they got there I already did everything. The policeman seemed to really appreciate having a girl who was level headed and not panicking. The mother of the girl that hit us was really impressed by how calm I was. I totally attribute it to God. No one was hurt, my car was ok, and in fact, I considered it lucky that I stopped the girl behind me from getting pushed into the intersection. But, the poor girl who was behind me, her car was crunched from both sides pretty bad. The front of the girl’s car that rear-ended her look like she damaged the engine because lots of fluids were leaking out everywhere. I was trying to lighten the mood by telling these girls it was okay. These things happen and I was not mad at all. The girl that was in the middle ignored me. But the other girl sorta listened out of politeness. I asked her if it was her first accident and she said it was her second. Man, now I knew why she felt so bad. Anywho…I told her it was my first accident and I was kind of relieved because I knew that it would happen eventually so now I have it over with and I know that I can handle it on my own. I don’t think my light heartedness was helping anyone though so I went back to standing by myself. Then, my parents arrived and they took my car to the shop and I took my dad’s car and proceed to school where I missed half of my sociology class. The End. Good story huh?
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Last night I had a dream with Emma in it. We were sitting on the floor in my TV room talking to some other cheerleaders because apparently we were getting ready for a game at my house. Audra and Jen were in the kitchen talking and the rest of the girls were upstairs getting ready. Emma and I were warning Brittany and Rachel to listen to the coaches and try not to make a big problemthis season. But they were like “Whatever.” and Emma and I gave each other a meaningful glance that said “Only one more season.” Then we proceeded to talk about why the newest cheerleader girls were getting ready so early when we were still in comfy pants and t-shirts. We decided that they just didn’t know that ropes yet that you don’t have to get ready so early or try so hard every game.
I only mention this dream because I woke up with it so vivid in my mind that I thought it really took place. (which it kinda did a couple of times sorta) Then I saw that Audra responded to my last LJ entry and I haven’t heard from her in a while and it made me think of the dream. Creepy huh? I dunno I just thought it was odd. As was this entry. Sorry. Yet you read it anyway…MWAHAHA.
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I got a call on Thursday from the Red Cross wanting my blood. I told them I would have to call them back because I wasn’t sure when I could come. They wanted me to make an appointment before I came because I was supposed to go to the official donation blood bank. Alas they were full but informed me of a little gypsy-like one at the senior center in Rocky River. So I went there. Boy! Big Mistake! It was crazy over there. There was a junk sale going on that took up part of the parking lot AND there was some special event over by the playground for kids. It was seriously a zoo. I had to park in the pool overflow lot which is like 4 countries from the center. So I traveled many moons to reach my journey’s end. After I got all registered I had to go to an outside bus. It was really creepy giving blood in this cramped vehicle thingy. Anywho… I shall make this potentially longer story shorter by saying they messed up my left arm and I think my vein may have collapsed but I was tough enough to stay and let them do my other arm. So I was a pincushion today and my arm they messed up on hurts lots worse than the normal one. You know how it just kinda feels odd but it doesn’t really hurt? The arm that worked feels the normal post drainage sore. But the other one actually kinda hurts. I look really funny walking around with all the tape and iodine on both arms. Argh! Not fun! But I know they need blood for people and I’m actually kind of a rare blood type (B pos) so that was just about the only reason I stayed. Man, I was afraid of all the foreigners that drew blood at L-Dub, yet they never messed up like the natives. So my advice is…if they speak English and you understand everything they say perfectly, RUN AWAY! If they speak with a thick eastern European accent and you are not sure whether she told you to “Sit still.” or “Kill Bill.” you are in good hands.
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So as time goes by I’m finding out darker and darker things about my new found friends. Emily, the one I feel connects with me most, is on probation for stealing drugs from a pharmacy for her boyfriend. Jen, the one that is best friends with Emily, is just a bad egg. She hasn’t done anything but always wants to skip. Finally, I met their other friend, Sam, who smokes like a chimney and whines about her ex-boyfriend that they broke up last friday after 6 months and it practically ruined her life. All of them are easily influence by outside opinions. Sam has done drugs because she wanted her boyfriend to stop pressuring her into it. Both Sam and Jen convinced Emily to skip a class right in front of me today. Emily did put up a good fight and really wanted to go to class but in the end, her fear of standing out forced her to skip. She was furious with herself. I don’t know these girls enough to give valid reasons to go to class. I didn’t know what to do. Emily was desperate for help and I didn’t say anything. I feel horrible. She really shouldn’t have skipped. Plus I found out that she only stole because she had an abusive boyfriend that beat her. She still has the scars on her arms to prove it. She is simply easily influenced and doesn’t know when to put her foot down. This is evidence of a deeper problem: something wrong at home, need to be needed, or simply low self esteem. Oddly enough, these girls skipped their Psychology class and yet I’m the one analyzing them. I think this is why I met these girls. I can help them…I hope. I think that I can reach Emily first because she is loved by the others. They’ll listen to her if they don’t listen to me. (*sigh*)
On a lighter note Jake Hillston, who has been in my Sociology class, finally talked to me. It was funny! We both haven’t been talking to each other because we were afraid the other didn’t know who the other one was. HAAHAAA!
All the missed opportunities to bond!
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