Angry girl/Christian/rocker music is perfect right now.

Bad day. Getting worse.

So I'm driving to class this morning around 745 a.m., and everything is just fine and dandy besides the fact that I'm so dead tired, I catch myself drifting every once in a while. I'm having a severe sleep lack-age the past week between work and school. I turn on Flyleaf, crank it up loud, and hope that will do it.

I turn off the interstate onto this little country highway that gets me to the city my school's located in. The turn to this highway is a curve, and it's usually fine. I'm driving along the curve when my back tires skid and I lose total control of the car. I overcorrected, I think, and swung it to the right, hit a patch of gravel on the side of the road, and spun. I came to a stop in the left lane sideways, directly in the path of being T-boned by a woman in a Mustang. Thank God she saw me spin, she had time to hit her brakes and let me regain control and throw it in reverse. I pull over to the side of the road, my heart pounding, tears threatening my eyes, wondering how I didn't flip or get myself killed and thanking God that I didn't. I got out and checked my back tires for any signs of going flat, thinking that was what did it. No sign of anything wrong. The rest of the drive to school is slow and steady, with me thanking God most of the way. I ended up being 3 minutes late to class, of course. I'm always 15 minutes early, and had to break my streak!

The drive home is eventful. It's difficult to keep control of the car once I get closer and closer to home. I really started to freak out, wondering "what the hell is wrong with my car, the piece of crap!", cursing at it and getting more nervous the whole way. I get to the same place I slid out this morning, take the turn to the interstate, and within 100 yards, my car is rumbling and it's difficult to keep control. I pull to the center "suicide lane", knowing it's a tire. Sure enough, my driver's side back tire is shredded to pieces and I've been driving on the wheel for the last 100 yards. -sigh-

I got out, popped my hood, and turned on my hazards, praying for a nice person to stop. Within five minutes a sweet blonde woman stops and offers me a ride to my house two minutes away. (Generally, you can trust people in this area, so I accepted, being fairly sure that our firefighter buddies would see my car within minutes and know it was me.) And sure enough, that's what happened.

Chad was leaving for his 5 day trip today around 3 p.m. He got home from work at 145, just a few minutes after I did. I quickly fill him in and we go to move the car to a safer place, after being told by a roommate that people had recognised my car and being worried that it would be towed. We go to a junkyard down the road and buy (read: get ripped off bigtime) a used tire/wheel to get me from point A to point B. We take it to the lot where my car's parked, and attempt to change the tire. Guess what? The jackass who owned my car before me bought an aftermarket (not stock/original) wheel for JUST THAT SPECIFIC TIRE (man, I want to punch this kid) and it's 17 inches....and has these security lugnuts so we CANNOT get it off.

Cue me being extremely frustrated and Chad having to give up and leave for his trip, while everyone waits for us.

I got a ride to work from my manager and my friend Bonnie and her boyfriend Jason come out to try and fix my car. They came in just before closing (around two hours later) and told me they, thank God, got it off and replaced, but that the wheel we bought was a 15" (yes, I knew this beforehand but hoped it would work anyway....oy.) Jason told me that the car is unbalanced and probably unsafe to drive, obviously, but here comes the worse news: the passenger side back tire is stripped and getting ready to blow, too!

I'm so frustrated, tired, and really missing Chad's wonderful ability to calm me down when I'm stressed. And he won't be home until Sunday - woe to the world and everyone who has to encounter me during the next five days.

-sigh-