I Died.
But it wasn't me driving. Sandro, my date for Anaheim's Homecoming, was driving me & Michelle to Jame's house. I was in the passenger seat & Michelle was in the back seat. We were turning right on Commonwealth & Harbor, the heart of Downtown Fullerton, right next to that weird asian man's gym who paints & posts pictures of himself all over the inside & outside of the building. This car hits us, so we pull into the parking lot & walk to the corner. There was the car that hit us & 2 other cars behind it. A beautful mustang, then a big SUV that this little tiny girl was driving. She was the cause of the accident. Everyone was alright, Sandro's car got a little scuffed & it knocked out his stereo. The car that hit us was ok, but the mustang was damanged a little.
I hate SUV's.
+Tour of Plummer Auditorium tomorrow for a Digital Arts year long project.
+Party tomorrow with Michelle & Sandro.
-My cousin's wedding Saturday in Chino. This side of the family in Mormon & my dad's sister that tried to break him & my mom up & told her she wasn't good enough for him will be there. I haven't seen her since I was little. My mom said I could be a slut.
Let's just see how this weekend will turn out.