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How I Feel About Today.

99.9% I try to be positive on this blog. I try to be inspirational and real and even slightly humorous (which I'm sure only I find funny). Today was the pits. The armpits, the sandpits, the peach-pits, the stinky pits where everything in the world went wrong. I was supposed to start my "diet" today. I basically have gained some pounds since moving to the state-full-of-good-food aka UTAH and I was fed up (was being the appropriate word for the day, take note) with how I looked so I was determined to change it. I arrive at work and I can already tell it's going to be a long day. I do my job, survive the 8 hours with a Reece's Peanut Butter Cup during the last hour (some diet, right?...hahahah) and end my day with the inclination that tomorrow would be better. As I was walking out this sweet girl asked for a ride up to a bus stop on State Street. I said sure and we were on our merry way. After I dropped her off, I was on the side of the street where I needed to merge over 3 lanes, get into the middle lane, and turn into some parking lot so I could turn around and head back the way to Provo. I merge the two lanes perfectly fine, looking both times before I merged. I go to merge into the 3rd lane, look to make sure I was good, and attempted the merge. BAM/CRASH/WHAM/SPLAT/any-other-word-that-makes-an-awful-ruin-your-day-sound. There had been someone in my blind spot that I didn't see and I had just hit the passenger side of their car and dented it. You've got to be kidding me, right? I was doing service, I had an awful day at work, and then I freaking hit a car in my car. I was mortified and being the hysterical female that I am started sobbing as I was talking to the lady (who didn't speak much English) whose car I had hit. Long story short: police officer came, was really nice to me, and he got all the information needed for both of our insurance companies. I was crying the entire time. Sometimes being a girl when I start crying I can't seem to stop. The damage to my car: front headlight busted completely and scratches and other-cars-paint on my driver side front part of my car. That doesn't sound like I made any sense, oh well. I come home, call my insurance and make my claim, and decide that today was awful. I told my old roommate last night that I would make her and her new husband dinner and bring it to them tomorrow night. I wasn't going to let some stupid car accident ruin my good word to her, so my new roommate took me to the store to get my needed supplies. I wasn't feeling like driving again, yet. I came back, made the dinner so I could reheat it tomorrow, made cookies, and ate two pieces of leftover pizza. I took a bath which I rightly deserved and now I think I'll climb into bed and pretend today didn't happen.

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