Right, well, life hasn't gotten any better for me. I think I can safely say that I've had the worst week of my life. So, I moved out on the thirteenth (luckily my parents have a guest room, and love me) and that's fine. I'm okay with that, whatever. Anyway, it turns out that it's a good thing I moved, because my ex roommate is a psycho. I started getting threatened texts from her that night. Anyway, it got really bad, but the police said that there was nothing they could do, so I had to change my phone number.

And then yesterday I got in a car accident (everytime I say this, I think of Hot Fuzz and want to start calling it a collision). I was on my lunch break, and I was going to the bank (yay for paychecks!) when the guy in front of me slammed on his breaks. I did the same and barely avoided hitting him, but the girl behind me didn't have time to, so she hit me going fifty and propelled me into the car in front of me. I got lucky, there's practically no damage to my car. The skirt on the front of my car was shattered, and is hanging on by a thread, and some of the paint is scraped off, but aside from that it's fine. There's no damage at all to the back, not even a dent.

And no one got hurt, which is the important thing. Well, I have some nasty bruises from the seatbelt, and I'm going to see my chiropractor tomorrow because there is some pain, but no one had to go to the hospital.

Oh, and Cindy and Zack went ring shopping the other day.

Yeah.

I'm going to take Jane's advice and write a list of one hundred things that make me smile.