So G. finally called me the other night after I hadn't heard from him in like forever. I had called him and called him and finally after many whiney messages I decided he was ignoring me and I should just take the hint. Turns out he was in L.A. with his dad on vacay and I just hadn't been listening to him when he told me about it.

I went to go see him on Friday after work and things went well. We had some pretty good, intense sex, despite my pretty bad yeast infection (which I am taking care of as we speak). It was almost too good, because we were too into it to notice the time and I left like a half hour later than I should have. Of course my parents did not realize I was in Milwaukee, so I had to rush home and of course to top things off I left the wrong way so I had to backtrack and didn't know where I was going and my phone was going to die so I couldn't get proper directions without rushing. I finally got on track and I had the pedal to the metal because I was half an hour late. I was on the home stretch, like seriously 10 minutes until I got home if I kept going like I was, and I passed a car going too slow for my circumstances. It was snowy and I didn't realize it was a no passing zone, I guess I pissed this guy off. Not even 2 mins after I passed this guy I hit a bad patch of snow and started to fishtail and lost control; went into the ditch. The car I passed went by and I flashed my lights at him, hoping to get him to pull over and help me, but he didn't. My phone was dead so I couldn't call home to get picked up. So I started walking my happy ass home the last few miles in platform sandals, knocking on any farmhouse door I came to hoping they would wake up and have mercy on me and possibly let me use their phone. But alas, it was no use and no one came to my rescue. Until I had been walking/jogging for about 15/20 mins I saw a car coming down the road and it turned out to be a cop car. Turns out the guy I passed got all pissed off that I passed him in a no passing zone and was going "too fast for conditions" and called the cops. He asked if I had been drinking and wanted to know the story. Thankfully I had only had one mixed drink at G's and since it had been well over 2 hours and walking in the snow certainly sobered one up, I was fine. He didn't give me a breathalizer (sp?). Called my parents and got my ass reamed out. I lied and said that I was with one of my ex's that lived over the way I would've been coming so I didn't have to explain why I was coming that way (I usually don't come into town that way and they know it).

So they got my car towed and my mom drove it home while I was at work on Saturday. She said it shook and was hard to control once she got it over 50. She said she had started crying and that she was so scared, she was sure that if the ground wouldn't have been so soft I would've rolled it and I had an angel looking out for me, it wasn't my time to die, it's a miracle I wasn't hurt blah blah blah. But I guess my alignment is fucked to hell because it was kinda fucked before when I got my car stuck in a driveway so I'm sure that's probably what it is. It's gonna have to sit for a while until I can save up a couple hundred bucks to get it fixed. Which means my tax return is going to pretty much all go towards it. So much for getting two rolls and partying with that money.

So what have I been doing all day today? B/ping like it's the only thing I know how to do. I woke up today like 2 pounds lighter than yesterday because I've been in the habit of only keeping down 2 small, lower calorie meals a day, and then today after all purging was done I was down another pound and a half due to dehydration. It'll be interesting to see where my weight will settle in the morning. I'm just really pissed because I haven't been in trouble for a while and I was just getting used to having some freedom again and then I go and fuck it up on my own by doing this.

I haven't even been doing any bad drugs. I've just been a big pothead lately, and my mom doesn't care about that, fuck we smoke together. Haven't even been drinking, which is also something I will allow but I prefer not to because I don't like being hungover and feeling shitty in the morning. I did roll a while back which I wrote about but that was really it. So it just sucks that now I have no car, and I didn't even really break and significant rules, I fucking did it to myself for once in my life. Okay, I always do it to myself but still. I turn 18 in 2 1/2 months and I want to be able to get up and go whenever and I need a car to do that so I need to save some serious money like NOW.

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