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ActionJackson384
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Name: Action
Interests: life. understanding.
Expertise: making going nowhere feel like going somewhere, awkward moments, witty comments 5 minutes out of place, and many other things.
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Member Since:
2/18/2004
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| getting foot surgery... tits are visiting...
im so stupid these days. | | |
| Obviously, tons of stuff has happened. But, the most pressing thing is the latest online quiz results that I got:
| Dating Strengths | Dating Weaknesses |
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1. Flirtiness - 87.5%
2. Spirituality - 76.9%
3. Sense of Humor - 71.4%
4. Open-Mindedness - 63.6%
5. Financial Situation - 61.5%
| No significant weaknesses |
| Dating Strengths Explained |
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Flirtiness - Flirting is a good way to break the ice, and you are a pro at it. Being flirtatious will open up many dating opportunities.
Spirituality - Your spiritual side brings you peace and balance, and keeps you grounded. This is attractive, as you can help reinforce this quality in other people.
Sense of Humor - Guys are attracted to people with a good sense of humor. Be sure to put yours on display!
Open-Mindedness - You are open to trying new things and entertaining new ideas, and this widens your pool of available guys.
Financial Situation - You've got your financial situation under control, which is a very desirable quality. Be careful to avoid guys who are only interested in your money.
| | Dating Weaknesses Explained |
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| | Dating Strengths and Weaknesses Quiz |
I am obviously awesome to date. I'm sure all my exboyfriends will agree. | | |
| update - Jen is doing better, but her head still really hurts. I am feeling very much better - might just be the pain meds tho. Darby talked with Jen and got her statement. It's the other girl's fault, she changed her story 3 times, and we're most likely going to court over it.
Good times. | | |
| Around 8:40 or so, Jen pulled into my parking lot to pick me up. I got in, realized that I forgot something, ran back upstairs to get it, and got in the car once more. We took off, got on Main St and were discussing what parking option would get us the closest to Floyds. We decided to go around the block to get up front and
turned into the alley by Penny Alley. We circled around and grabbed one of those parallel park spots by Chris Pitts photography. We walked into Floyds, got the Floyds stare down, and preceded to order our Amaretto Sour and Tall Miller Lite from Zach, admist the typical Thursday night crowd and faint smell of smoked, broken dreams. I asked how the wedding plans were going and if we were still on for shoe shopping on Saturday. I got caught up to date, heard a few stories from work, and the latest drama with some people. Then, I summarized my week – not too horribly bad, but glad it’s almost over- and gave a few boyfriend stories – namely how adorable he is. Jen gets another Amaretto Sour and I finish my Miller. We decide to get back early because we’re both tired and my boyfriend is on the way over to chill. She drops me off, I unlock the door, and…
That’s what should have happened. That’s what could have happened. That’s what would have happened if the world was unchanging and life was stable, guaranteed, and uninterrupted.
But it’s not.
We went to turn into the alley by Penny Alley when I look back and see headlights approaching our car rather quickly. The car rammed Jen’s back driver side tire, bending it to about a 45-degree angle inward. The other driver’s car is all smashed in the front and her turn signal contraption thing actually got stuck in Jen’s car. We are spun, pushed at an angle forward, and spin just a bit more so we’re almost parallel to the other lane of traffic. The girl gets out of her car and is on the phone. Jen asks if she’s calling the cops and when she finds out she isn’t, she dials 911. A guy in a white pickup truck drives by, sees us and backs into a parking spot to look at the damage. A girl runs out and stands on the sidewalk.
Within a few minutes we have at least two Louisville police cars and an ambulance. The cop, Darby, takes our insurance and licenses. The ambulance men walk around – note the cars are undriveable – and ask us if we’re okay. I say I’m fine, but Jen’s hit her head on the window. They take the two of us into the ambulance and proceed to check Jen out. Jen heads to the hospital in the ambulance with her Mom while I head to the police station (back seat of the cruiser) with Darby to fill out my statement. She likes me because I’m polite, so we make small talk – she eventually lets me sit up front for my car ride home. The other girl is filling her statement and we talk some trying to figure out what went on. She admits on the statement that she looked down for a second but the rest of her statement doesn’t make sense. The cops don’t know who is to blame because, while it looks like an ACD, the cars are far beyond the alley for it to make perfect sense.
It’s interesting how slow the minutes before something traumatic are in retrospect. I had an odd feeling right before Jen was making her turn and I looked back out the side to see headlights rapidly approaching us. My thoughts were very pronounced, but not enounced: ‘that car is going to hit us. speed up, get out of the way. Oh shii.’ My obscenity was cut off by a sense of calmness and the hard tightening of my neck muscles reacting to the sudden and sharp movement of the car. That’s all I focused on – the clenching, until we came to a stop amongst the broken glass. Everything seemed a little more dark.
I remember bits and pieces of the night. I remember feeling fine then, with only minor neck ache. I remember remembering to thank everyone who helped us and to make sure everyone was alright. I remember being very logical and through in explaining. I remember talking to the guys on the ambulance, Jen’s mom while in the emergency room, and my boyfriend on the way to the parking deck. I can’t remember what was said. I can’t remember the intermediate steps. I couldn’t remember that my boyfriend was still in my apartment after I left the room.
There’s all sorts of philosophical musings I could have on this – and trust me, after 8 hours of bed rest, I’ve had them. There are two that stand out to me.
First, it’s weird to think that my continuum of time and space – my logical interpretation of reality and the events that shape my existence – are purely subject to my mind and can be created or molded to fit the pieces. I just told you what happened in the wreck, but there’s no way I can ever KNOW what happened. I don’t think my account of the story is accurate – I don’t see how it could be. There could be many things I forgot, didn’t see, didn’t want to see, etc. My memory is already working to block this from my thoughts.
I’ve become detached from it – I’ve lost the fact that it was a hard hit, that we could have easily died, that it just happened. If it wasn’t for the at times, overwhelming pain from my neck to my lower back, I would find this all to be a story and not an occurrence in my life.
The other, of course, is the typical “life is unpredictable, you can’t take it for granted.” We’ve all heard this one, so I won’t bother repeating it. If I was a better person, I’d take more from this. But, all it’s really shown me is that maybe it’s okay to admit I’m in pain. I don’t have to wait until I’m paper white, about to pass out, and so weak I can’t stand up to ask my boss if I can go home from work. Maybe I don’t need to say I’m fine when I’m shaking and anything but fine – although, what I wanted to make me fine I was already getting.
Mmm, excitement in the ville. How tasty.
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| been horribly busy and feel like i've let a lot of people down lately...
deepest apologizes, know this happens more often than it should.
as soon as i get to work on my 75 pt to do list at work and figure out my evening schedule a bit better, i'll try to make better amends.
depressing thing i noticed today - only have two free weekends as of now until may 1st. hope to clear some up to save sanity. | | |
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