Well, it has been an interesting week since I got into the accident. My arm is fine, but since last Friday, I've seen two car accidents occur. Prior to Valentine's Day, I'd never been in nor seen a car accident actually occur. But last week I was stopped at a red light and I looked into my rear view mirror as I heard a loud screeching sound. The car behind me got rear-ended by the car behind her. Nobody was hurt and they both got out of their cars and seemed calm. I drove away because I was late to class and I was blocking traffic.

Tonight, driving back from class I was waiting at the intersection, a red light again, and I hear a huge screeching and collision and I see this jeep taking two hops across the center median. This small Nissan (I think) had hit it head on. I stopped for about 3-4 minutes but other drivers who were directly behind the accident (It was down the street to the left of me) had stopped and offered their help and I figured that I'd only block traffic and since both drivers got out of their cars it wasn't too bad.

But as I drove home, quite stunned, I was thinking about it more and more. Maybe this is like one of those Final Destination things, but its not because its not like I'm supposed to die since I wasn't close to death in the first accident and the other two didn't have anybody die nor was I even involved, I was just in close proximity. So then I was thinking, maybe it was a test for me. Like how I had said that the lady who drove away from our accident, after at least partially causing it, was a bitch and what not, and I had driven away from both the two accidents and I didn't stay. I regret not staying at either one now. But both accidents I hadn't witnessed so its not as though I could tell the police anything. And then other people had stayed too. I did wait a few minutes (along with some other cars)... I don't know, maybe I'm a bad, uncaring person too, as far as helping out strangers goes anyways.

I keep trying to rationalize things by saying "I didn't see the accident," and "Other people, who are better suited to stay around, aid the police and what not," have already stopped too. Unfortunately, I think that I just did the wrong thing by not staying. I should've stayed, at least for the second one, the first accident I didn't even see, I just heard and saw the people get out of their cars. The second one had both vehicles moving. Oh well, chalk it up to experience I suppose.

Evanescence - Bring Me To Life This group is awesome. They did two songs on the Daredevil soundtrack and they're awesome.

Its the day after Valentine's Day and I've decided to revive my Blogspot because some eventful stuff has happened to me actually. Unfortunately its got nearly nothing to do with Valentine's Day. I wish I had some awesome story to tell about some hot girl is somehow involved in all of it, but unfortunately it doesn't. Except maybe in my fantasies, but those never happen of course.

My story starts with 5 guys on their way to watch the Daredevil movie at Ontario Mills. As we drove along (I was in the passenger side of the front) I saw a car start to come towards our lane. We were in the far left lane before the carpool lane. I said "Watch out!" I saw the lady in the car next to us look up at me, she was either looking for something on the floor or she dozed off while driving. In either case, she looked right at me and just then the driver of our car swerved quickly to the left in response to my statement and to the oncoming car from the right. We slammed into the center divider almost head on. From what the other passengers told me, we slammed almost headon into the center divider, but I didn't see any of that because I was looking to my right, out the window at the lady in the car next to us.

The next thing I felt was the car spinning across the freeway going in a full 360 and eventually sliding to a stop on the other side of the freeway, almost into a dirt ditch. That was when I noticed that the airbag had deployed and the smell of firecrackers or gun powder filled my nose. I tried to open the door but it only opened a bit and I had to use my leg to force it open so I could get out. At that point I could feel pain on my left cheek and in my arm. I heard faint cursing from the drivers seat and moaning from all the passengers in the car. Getting out of the car we examined ourselves and found that only one of us was bleeding, luckily only a bloody nose and busted lip. Apparently the center rider had slammed forward (wearing only a lap belt) and his face hit his knee, which was propped up in the car. My arm was also in pain, with my left wrist swelling up and the pain becoming very distracting.

Two nice drivers stopped behind us and told us they had saw what had happened. Sacrificing even part of their night was nice, especially when they weren't involved. I looked ahead on the freeway and saw the lady's car stopped in the carpool lane. I thought perhaps she had crashed or she was waiting for traffic to clear before she came back to us. However, I looked away for a while to scream in pain because of my arm and make sure I wasn't bleeding out of my left ear which had been smacked by the airbag and by then she was gone. Her car had driven off. What a bitch. *Sigh*

Luckily the CHP was driving by and three patrol cars stopped and took our statements and called AAA for us too. They were all really nice too, but I guess thats because we didn't do anything wrong really. Unfortunately they cited te driver for not having proof of insurance... but I guess we can't complain about that, they were just doing their job. They left as the AAA tow truck came and we were off to the hospital. I was the only one requiring medical attention as my wrist had swelled up past normal proportions.

At the hospital we waited and found out that Kaiser, my healthcare provider did not allow me to be admitted to another hospital... oh well. So we then went home and I drove with one arm to Kaiser and there I spent over 3 1/2 hours to get x-rayed, put into a splint, find out I have a fractured wrist and get to wear a splint and sling for 2 weeks. Woo hoo, battle scars, I suppose. I couldn't really complain about the long wait at the hospital either because everyone was supernice. And I suppose that sounds like I'm a sissy but I also saw them working too. Its not like they weren't doing anything and you don't want to rush them on paperwork and diagnosis because what if they mess up? Thats not cool so I just waited my turn.

At then end of the night, I ate Jack in the Box, it was delicious I hadn't had anything to eat since lunch and we got in an accident at 9:30 PM. And I got out of the hospital at 3:00 AM the next day. So it was damn delicious.

I thought about what happened alot, however, in the hospital for some 3 hours. I keep hearing people tell me that if just one car had been coming in any of the lanes or if that car had brushed us, anything like that I realized we could've been injured a lot more seriously. And someone told me that some people who are in car accidents are traumatized even if they aren't injured but I didn't feel an urgency to go be productive in life (moreso than usual anyways) nor did I have any serious qualms about driving freeway to the hospital afterwards. Its not that I'm trying to say that I'm better than any of those other people or anything, but I guess I wish I could feel that my life could've ended or the life of anyone else in that car. All it has taught me to realize (as of tonight anyways) is that you can't live in the past. Like if we had left 5 minutes earlier for the movie or if we hadn't sped past a yellow light to get on the freeway and just slowed down and waited we would've just watched the movie. I suppose things happen. I don't know, I'm still trying to find meaning in all of this because as far as I'm concerned, all I can think about is how this is a story that I can tell people next Valentine's Day. I really wish I could feel more lucky that we didn't hit something else... or that my airbag deployed correctly, etc. Perhaps it just hasn't sunk in yet. Definately more as soon as I perhaps find some meaning in all of this and my wrist stops hurting as much, hopefully.

P.O.D. - Youth of a Nation

I've been sick the past two days so I figured I'd finally post something. Anyways, I've had a fever and all I did most of the weekend was watch TV and lie on the couch. Fun eh? Although towards the end of the day my eyes began to burn so I closed them during commercials. Thats how dedicated I am to TV.

Jimmy Eat World - Softer