Then I crashed into you like a runaway train

[Crashed-Daughtry]

so i had a pretty bad day today. i woke up, went to math recitation, and pretty much floundered around hopelessly on my quiz. but i didnt have physics lecture today to make up for the exam i had last night. so that was good. so i went to lunch with my roomski. and then i went to chem lab. which went reeeeeeeaaaalllly badly. time for a wee bit of chem ramble. our free radical solution somehow went bad in one week or it was not made right in the first place. so we had to borrow some off another group. which i could have dealt with since most groups had the same problem. but then we started mixing our previously diluted solutions that we made last week with the borrowed free radical solution so we could measure the absorbance when our TA walked by and said "oh wow... thats not good. none of the solutions are changing colors." upon further testing, we discovered that both of our stock samples were fine, but somehow all 12 of our dilutions were no good. how in the world does that happen? and what are the chances of that even happening? that 12 different dilutions made by 4 different people were all bad? really? so we had to scrap all our work and borrow data from another group. second lab, and already an epic fail.

so during lab i had gotten a couple texts, but due to our chem lab failure, i had ignored them. when lab was over, i checked them. i had a new text and a new picture message. i read the text first. it was from my roomie and it said "the snow removal people just hit your car." and i immediately flipped out. i looked at the picture but it was hard to see so i didnt know how bad the damage was. so, of course, i immediately call my mom. and i was flipping out all over the place. and she pnly made things worse cuz first she insinuated maybe i had parked wrong. which i hadnt. and then she said "kayla, stuff like this happens." which made me really mad, cuz i dont think she would feel the same way if it was her car. so i hung up even madder than before.

when i get home, i realize its not really that bad. its a scratch on my front bumper about the size of my hand, scraped all the way down to the body. so its noticeable, but it can be fixed. and so i calmed down a little, but im still mad. cuz even if its not that bad, its still the principle of the matter. what kinda retard hits a car? its not like my car was hiding. its not like my car just jumped in front of him either. but they offered to fix it. and you better believe im taking them up on the offer.