The past few days haven’t been my best.
The cops came on Friday because of a mix up - they thought we were crazy terrorists making bombs to blow up the school. it wasn't until after they had riffled through every little thing and messed the place up that they realized they were supposed to be in apartment B, not D. they didn't even apologize for trashing the place or scaring the ever living shit out of us. It wasn't a pleasant thing to wake up too. So we went to Ohio to get all of this out of our heads.
Zane gets drunk and pissy before the party even started and doesn’t understand that I hate frat parties and would much rather walk up and down the main drag looking at all the costumes. Once he starts vomiting I took that as my opportunity to leave and walk around with some of my friends. While we were out his party got broken up so we came home to an empty, and locked, house. Some of my friends go home with people they met and I just sort of bum around waiting for someone to come home. One of the roommates I don't know come home first and give me a hard time about being in the house but I just set him aside and go upstairs to find Zane where I left him. Sleeping on the toilet. I clean him up and drag him to bed.
The next morning I try to talk to him about it, I didn't appreciate that I get to see him once a month and he decided to spend the night with the toilet the one night we had together. He apologized but I was still really hurt.
That night we stopped to pick up the cat, came back to campus and wound up in a really bad car accident. The driver swerved to miss a family of deer and we crash off the guard rail then bounced back into the road. We made it out of the car (with the cat) when another 2 cars smash into our car. One bounces off and slams less than 5 feet from where we are standing. The cat takes off. I run down the road a little and start waving at cars to try and get them to slow down. Thank god this trucker stopped and put his lights on so no body else hit us. I called the cops and started to make sure everyone involved was ok. The one guy starts flipping out “how come you damn kids didn’t have any lights or flairs on” and going on and on. I tried explaining to him that he hit us right after it happened but he was too pissed about his new BMW to listen. The cops show up and it’s about that time I realized I didn’t have shoes on. I sat down on a stretcher while they pulled glass and metal out of my feet. My mom came to take us back to campus and I just passed out shortly after we got back.
My weekend fucking sucked.