Lost, Again

I got to spend some 'quality' time with Carissa this morning before shipping her off to California (lucky girl). Quality time essentially means we ate bagels. Noms.

My mother noticed that something wasn't quite right with the tire of my car when I got home so she said I should take her rather large truck to school. I don't mind driving it, I actually feel safer further off the ground and it drives so nicely. She however would probably prefer the only contact I had with her new car is me seat-belted into a passengers seat. So I go to school and park in one of the least desirable spots really far away from the building because I know no one will park near me and endanger my Mommy's precious car. This was next to my spot and I figured it was appropriate since my mother was probably praying I didn't smash her car up.

This story has a happy ending, I did make it home in one piece. But this is my life, and things happen to me that don't happen to other people...I'm on the highway in the right lane, going the speed limit doing everything correctly when what seemed to be an undercover cop car comes up behind me and turns on its lights. Almost instantaneously my heart starts beating out of my chest because I know for a fact I have done absolutely nothing wrong. So, I pull over to the side of the road and this "cop" literally just keeps driving the speed limit right on past me (leading me to believe it wasn't an actual cop but some a-hole who just likes fancy lights and scaring the living daylights out of girls like me). I'm still panicking, my heart is racing but there is an exit right in front of me and I pull back on the road and get off the highway, because I literally feel like I'm having a panic attack. I pull over on a side street and give myself a few minutes to breathe normally before I prepare to finish the drive home. It's at this point I realize I have no clue where in the world I am or how to get back to the highway or home from there. And since as you recall I'm not in my car I don't have my GPS. I called Stine and she tried to help but (no offense) her directions were useless. Thank the lord for my superior directional instincts that helped me find Sunrise Highway again or I would be stuck in Freeport, probably bawling.

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"We all wear masks. Everyone, everyday. Sometimes we wear them so much we forget who we really are. Sometimes, if we're lucky, someone comes along and shows us who we really want to be; who we should be."
-Nikita