Jun
10
2006
3:06 pm

Car-less but not life-less

We got a lot accomplished during our trip to Carbondale. Greg got his classes, his ID, email account and all that good stuff. I found an apartment, well studio and got all the papers for it. The mobile homes were way too far in the secluded country. I just have to mail my application for school and the transcript request from SIU.

Now, everything went smoothly. We got a lot done. Everything was just peachy…

We headed home yesterday and maybe 2 hours on the road, WE GOT INTO A SERIOUS CAR ACCIDENT.

Something on the car popped, we started swirving on the road then did some 360’s, hit a rail, bounced back into the highway, then a vintage pickup hit us. At that point we FINALLY stopped spinning. I said “Get out the car”. We got out. I had to kick the door, it was a little stuck. The whole time I was like OMG NO! NOT NOW. Basically, I don’t want to die today. I was kinda thinking WTF and WHY too. What’s weird is that public speaking shakes me up more than being in this accident. I guess I was more calm this time because the last accident we were in (November 2004, the day before Thanksgiving - tow truck hit us) we got knocked out and had memory loss. I broke two fingers and had stitches along my left eyebrow. Greg had stitches in the same area too. So this time we had NO injuries. I got a little bruise scratch thing like rugburn on my left arm, but that is NOTHING. I mean both accidents we had were deadly and we came out unharmed. The couple in the truck didn’t get hurt either. A guy that lives near Chicago offered us a ride home. He seemed really nice. He was a middle aged white man, a deacon of a church. But, you can never be so sure. I think we would have been alright, but we didn’t know him. Greg’s mother suggested that we just stay at a hotel and she’d come get us. The guy did take us to a gas station so the cop could get the report and the cop took us to a hotel. We really appreciate them both. The cop that did the report for our 1st accident (November 2004, the day before Thanksgiving - tow truck hit us) was an asshole. Talking to me like I was a crook and I had just woke up from being knocked out. So, yea I respect the cop that HELPED us this time around.

Greg is going to get a newer (~~2000+~~) car because these older models are gonna be the death of us. They are just not safe for driving 5 hours on an interstate. Some of you may already know about my fear of driving. Well, I was considering driving this year while we were on the road. I changed my mind! If I do drive, I’m not going to drive an older model nor a SMALL car. Those are too dangerous. I’m getting a truck.

So we’ve been in 2 vicious accidents together and survived. I sit here and wonder “why”. Did we do something wrong? Do we not appreciate life??? I know I do, I am so phobic about death as it is. I just don’t know. I’m not a bad person. Me and Greg go through so many adventures. I just hope we live to tell the stories to our GRANDCHILDREN. I just feel my clock ticking. I need to hurry up and finish school and get a career established. I want to LIVE to have children when I’m ABLE to have them. People always say you have plenty of time to do this and that, BULL.

On a happier note. I came home, checked my email, and found that I had made $100 through ipower. Maybe I’ll spend it on apartment stuff. I’m going to find something to wear so I can get go a pedicure with my mother and aunt. I’m tired but I figure that would be relaxing.