If You Could See Inside My Head, Then You Would Start To Understand the Things I Value In My Heart...
Well. I had a mighty eventful weekend...Here's a quick recap.
Friday:
This was some of the most fun I've ever had in my entire life. I drove to Dahlonega and met up with "In the Shadow of Victory" at Wal*Mart then went to the place where their show was. It was a birthday party for some girl I didn't know, and I wasn't officially invited, but Gabe said it was cool, so yea...I was there. I totally didn't know what to get for a present so I ran out to my car and grabbed an An Act of My Own demo and some buttons. I signed the demo and I was good to go. She loved it. Then the band played, which was spectacular as usual. After that, we had this huuuuuge dance-off to "ChaChaSlide," took a bunch of pictures, and me and David played "The Cover Song." Easily the most fun I've EVER had at a birthday party. Made several new friends too which is always good. Oh, and because we're so metal, David, Phillip, Matt, and I ate lemons! Unpealed! Anytime I get a chance to hang out with any of those people, I'm taking it.
Saturday:
I wake up and I'm off. It was raining / snowing / sleeting and I was driving down this windy backroad to Hayesville, the town next to mine, to see relatives that were up for the weekend. Well, my car has a slight pull to the right due to unallignment. So I'm going through everything and I'm almost there, until I hit this one curve with a ton of standing water on it, when I proceeded to go off the edge of the road on the right. I overcorrect, going into a swerve into the other lane. I didn't even see the other car coming nor have any time to hit the brakes. If I had blinked, I wouldn't have known what happened.
As soon as I regain my senses, I jump out of my car and fall over. My knee is swollen like mad. I can't see anything either -- the powder from the airbag has gotten into my eyes, blinding me with an array of white, black, and red. The first thing I do is ask if everyone is ok. This guy seems more concerned about his truck (which wasn't that great anyway). So I'm stumbling around, cold, blind, hurting, and apologizing. And my aunt calls. Hallelujah. She immediate leaves my grandma's house (where we were gonna meet) and comes to help. The cops and emergency people get there and everything gets cleaned up. I get my ticket and I got of VERY lightly -- My only charge was "failure to maintain lane."
Sadly, my insurance will now be astronomically high. I'm having to get a job and miss out on a lot of the things I love to do, including setting up, going to, and playing shows. Although these 2 things suck, I'm just happy that no one was injured besides a couple scratches and bruises. Now to find a ride to the Taking Lottie Home and In the Shadow of Victory shows on Thursday and Friday...
Sunday:
I wake up to my brother poking me. Time to go clean out my car. Everything that was in there has been spilt and scattered everywhere, including schoolwork. One of my pet peaves, though -- My CD booklets were bent and cases were cracked. Argh. Only one was broken, but it was kinda special, I guess...It was the test copy of the CD I made Beth for Christmas called "Death Metal" (no, it wasn't really death metal). Oh well...Anyway, I cleaned all the crap outta my car and it's now in a bag in my room. To add on to how awesome my weekend has gone so far, I didn't get a message from Beth 'til about 2 hours after she left it...Too late to do anything. That was the worst part of the day.
Monday:
School. Woohoo. News obviously spread quickly about my little car-crashy-go-boom. By the time homeroom rolled around, everyone knew about it. I don't care that they knew, it's just that people wouldn't leave me alone with questions. "Why did you wreck?" "Oh, I didn't like the way the guy looked so I hit him...I just wanted to raise my insurance too." Ergh. I hate stupid people / questions. Ed is hassling me about Ef'd crap. I mean, I wanna help, but he has to understand that I can't do all this designing crap on my own. I've got other priorities, including healing, finding a new car, possibly a job, practicing with the band(s), all that. He's starting to take all this really seriously and it's not meant to be a serious thing at all... It's not just Ed, though...It seems to be a lot of people lately. Kinda reminds me of the lyric by Casey: "...and I find it kind of funny that I only hear from you when you need a favor...Last time I checked that's not the way that friendship works. Maybe they rewrote the book on that one, or maybe there's a sign on my back that says 'use me.' If that's the case can a real friend please take it down?" Blah, oh well. I need to stop complaining. It's always been this way and probably always will. I'll manage.
Anyway, it's like 11:30, my fingers hurt, and I'm done typing.
Friday:
This was some of the most fun I've ever had in my entire life. I drove to Dahlonega and met up with "In the Shadow of Victory" at Wal*Mart then went to the place where their show was. It was a birthday party for some girl I didn't know, and I wasn't officially invited, but Gabe said it was cool, so yea...I was there. I totally didn't know what to get for a present so I ran out to my car and grabbed an An Act of My Own demo and some buttons. I signed the demo and I was good to go. She loved it. Then the band played, which was spectacular as usual. After that, we had this huuuuuge dance-off to "ChaChaSlide," took a bunch of pictures, and me and David played "The Cover Song." Easily the most fun I've EVER had at a birthday party. Made several new friends too which is always good. Oh, and because we're so metal, David, Phillip, Matt, and I ate lemons! Unpealed! Anytime I get a chance to hang out with any of those people, I'm taking it.
Saturday:
I wake up and I'm off. It was raining / snowing / sleeting and I was driving down this windy backroad to Hayesville, the town next to mine, to see relatives that were up for the weekend. Well, my car has a slight pull to the right due to unallignment. So I'm going through everything and I'm almost there, until I hit this one curve with a ton of standing water on it, when I proceeded to go off the edge of the road on the right. I overcorrect, going into a swerve into the other lane. I didn't even see the other car coming nor have any time to hit the brakes. If I had blinked, I wouldn't have known what happened.
As soon as I regain my senses, I jump out of my car and fall over. My knee is swollen like mad. I can't see anything either -- the powder from the airbag has gotten into my eyes, blinding me with an array of white, black, and red. The first thing I do is ask if everyone is ok. This guy seems more concerned about his truck (which wasn't that great anyway). So I'm stumbling around, cold, blind, hurting, and apologizing. And my aunt calls. Hallelujah. She immediate leaves my grandma's house (where we were gonna meet) and comes to help. The cops and emergency people get there and everything gets cleaned up. I get my ticket and I got of VERY lightly -- My only charge was "failure to maintain lane."
Sadly, my insurance will now be astronomically high. I'm having to get a job and miss out on a lot of the things I love to do, including setting up, going to, and playing shows. Although these 2 things suck, I'm just happy that no one was injured besides a couple scratches and bruises. Now to find a ride to the Taking Lottie Home and In the Shadow of Victory shows on Thursday and Friday...
Sunday:
I wake up to my brother poking me. Time to go clean out my car. Everything that was in there has been spilt and scattered everywhere, including schoolwork. One of my pet peaves, though -- My CD booklets were bent and cases were cracked. Argh. Only one was broken, but it was kinda special, I guess...It was the test copy of the CD I made Beth for Christmas called "Death Metal" (no, it wasn't really death metal). Oh well...Anyway, I cleaned all the crap outta my car and it's now in a bag in my room. To add on to how awesome my weekend has gone so far, I didn't get a message from Beth 'til about 2 hours after she left it...Too late to do anything. That was the worst part of the day.
Monday:
School. Woohoo. News obviously spread quickly about my little car-crashy-go-boom. By the time homeroom rolled around, everyone knew about it. I don't care that they knew, it's just that people wouldn't leave me alone with questions. "Why did you wreck?" "Oh, I didn't like the way the guy looked so I hit him...I just wanted to raise my insurance too." Ergh. I hate stupid people / questions. Ed is hassling me about Ef'd crap. I mean, I wanna help, but he has to understand that I can't do all this designing crap on my own. I've got other priorities, including healing, finding a new car, possibly a job, practicing with the band(s), all that. He's starting to take all this really seriously and it's not meant to be a serious thing at all... It's not just Ed, though...It seems to be a lot of people lately. Kinda reminds me of the lyric by Casey: "...and I find it kind of funny that I only hear from you when you need a favor...Last time I checked that's not the way that friendship works. Maybe they rewrote the book on that one, or maybe there's a sign on my back that says 'use me.' If that's the case can a real friend please take it down?" Blah, oh well. I need to stop complaining. It's always been this way and probably always will. I'll manage.
Anyway, it's like 11:30, my fingers hurt, and I'm done typing.
posted by Dakota Floyd at 2:30 AM
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