I know I know. My sister will get riled up when she reads this. You you you what?! Yes, I did. Yes, I went to see Ed today.

At 2:45, Rob called and told me that he wasn't going to the airport after all. So I was mercilessly set for a boring Friday afternoon. Quite promptly, I went on aim and asked if Ed wanted to do something. So off I went to find his house (although he refused to give me his address 1.5 year ago). Then off to Sunvalley...

Then...the worst thing happened...

I asked Ed if I could borrow his cellphone to tell my parents that I didn't expect to be home until after 6 and not before 6. As I was struggling to key in my number, I accidentally lifted my foot off the brake, thinking that the light had turned green. "WATCH OUT!" Ed yelped.
Bang!! I realized that my bumper had hit the rear bumper of the person's car in front of me. As she moved forward, I saw no obvious damage, but my hear started beating faster. I had felt a jolt when I was thrown back. However, she led us into a nearby parking lot where she took down my name, my phone number, my insurance information, and my registration for the car. At the end, she gave me her information and asked if we were okay. She seemed okay, and so I returned to my car calm and collected.
I called home and left a short message--"I had a minor incident...I will be home a little later after 6."

Then we went to see a movie at the Brenden Theaters. Fast and the Furious. It was okay.

However, after I returned home...I told my dad exactly what happened. Then I got a lectured. That itself was upsetting. I had always believed that telling the parents the entire story would be a way of preventing future conflicts involving constant secrets. So I called my mom. Surprisingly, I also got a lecture from her. Although she often got in car accidents herself. However, I remember one time when she got hit from behind. She dragged the person who hit her all the way to an auto repair shop just to inspect one small dent. Sigh. The empathy in this world is totally gone.
Oh and the lecture was about me...going out too much. "Going out means that you drive and that will raise your risk of being involved in a car accident. That's why I always ask where you're going and who you're going with."
That incredibly bothered me. Hello? I am 19 years old! Why is there a need to ask me where I am going and who I am going with? Although I suppose I do need to give them some points, since they do pay for my insurance...and well basically pay for everything in my car. Perhaps, this is a sign that I need a job.

Anyway, I became devastated when my mom said that my driving rights were revoked for the day. I told her that I had promises. The revocation of my independence was suddenly painful and I started weeping. Horrorific really. I called Rob up...and choked on my sentences. Fortunately, he was nice enough to offer me a ride and give my friend a ride too to the dance. So there is empathy in this world!
And the dance did me good though. Dancing took away my misery...at least for a little bit. Otherwise I would have been moping and sulking at home...miserably surfing the net.

The dance was interesting though. I met the "girl gang" that Rob had been raving about. Nice people, I must agree. And they certainly made me feel welcomed. Yet, I am surprised that they're with the touch-you-and-you-touch-me. I have only gotten that type of thing from Jason. No, not that Jason. But that Jason. No...not that Jason. Jason! Speaking of which, Jason Jason nearly pushed me into the breakdancing circle. Uh huh. So we know that he is "shy". He elaborated more on how he wasn't a FOB. Hehe. Remember that was what Doreen said, not me.

Oh and speaking of which, Ed felt out of place...so he left with a friend.

Rob is totally correct on one philosophy. I do wish all guys were nerdy as he was. Or simply...just nerdy. They're just not as intimidating. Also, they can talk about acne as if it was the most common topic to discuss. Yes, I once liked to talk about acne. However, I am the result of a experiment gone well.