for one my car is dead, at least it isn't my computer this time.
but that is only the least of it:
monday i had to run up to my grandparents on what was literally a matter of life or death, my grandparents are fine, but that about all i'm willing to share.
my car broke down on the way home just about 50ft short of the toll booth on the turnpike, its spitting range out of AAA's reach, and they wont tow it for me until next thursday.
plus there's the usual crap keeping me from animating, but that's just normal. i can't wait to graduate.


THE UPDATE PART:
it was nice of my mom to let me borrow her car so i could go to work/school; but on my way home last night i decided to turn back around and go home to visit my friends, it being Saturday night and all, it seemed a shame to go home right after work. i turned on my blinker and prepared to make a left onto a side street so i could turn around.. and SLAM!
the next thing i knew i was careening into oncoming traffic, everything was really slow, i dodged the cars in the incoming lane and pulled across the center divider, high-centering my moms car, and back into the right lane. it was then that it occurred to me that i had been rear-ended...
i hit my four ways and hopped out of the car, not really giving any consideration to the fact that i might have been injured, and ran over to the other guys truck (either i was going to kick his ass or i was going to see if he was alright, i wasn't thinking at the time).
his green 1993 chevy 1500 was demolished by the back of my mom's 2006 ford tarus.
he was okay, and so i was i (so far as i could tell just yet), but as luck would have it my cell phone was dead, and his cell could only sent outgoing texts, my mom's insurance papers were not in the car either! the guy was nice enough to try to give me a push off the road, and my fury quickly turned into panic. it soon became obvious that my moms rear end was compressed enough that the wheel was wedged and moving the car by hand would be impossible.
so there my moms car sat in the passing lane, dead as a doornail. luckily a passing motorist was kind enough to call the police, the officer that showed up was nice enough to let me borrow his cell phone.
now here i sit, out 2 cars in one week...

i'm thinking of admitting myself to an asylum.