True Story

You wouldn't believe the day that I have just had.
So, I come home for the weekend expecting it to be so busy and it is. I am constantly running around putting out fires and completely errands that need doing ASAFP (As Soon As Fucking Possible), as my dad says. I return home in my dads car that I should be getting for the rest of the school year... to find that my old Buick that I used to have down in Lethbridge had been "broken". Yes, there are many ways of breaking a car, but this one is bizarre. My sister claims that she was trying to collect my mother from Karate in the North East, so she was driving down Sarcee when she hit a bump, causing the tire to shred, the car grunted and pulled over to the right. Luckily she was in the right lane and could just pull over as she saw the remnants of her tire flinging by the window. It was 7pm, -5 and she didn't have a jacket, wallet, cell phone, sweater, proper shoes... literally she jumped into the car with NOTHING. *IDIOT*
No one pulled over to stop her so she jumped out the car and tried to replace the tire but it just wasn't happening for her. She could cross the 4 lane highway and go down a steep hill into the river... or... she could climb this ravine to where houses were...
She climbed up the ravine and hopped the fence into some random guys garden, probably squishing flowers in the dark. She walked around to this strangers front door and knocked... Out of all the luck in the world, she knocked on a mechanics door, why doesn't anyone else get that much luck, eh? He gave her clothes, jumped into his car and they drove to replace the wheel of the car which was like, one third the size of a normal wheel. It looks like someone had decided that they wanted a toddlers trike wheel on a flipping Buick... ridiculous. This guy replaced the tire and let her use his cell to call my mum who was trying her hardest not to scream at her. She got a ride to the Buick where she met up with this guy name Frank and his wife whomever and waited for them to finish the car... bear in mind, only people in Canada would do this. After all of this, I was astounded something bad hadn't happened. Like, you really cannot make this shit up.

You're probably wondering why this is all significant, well, this means that I cant take my dads car until later... I've waited SO long for a car and I still don't get one. FML! I hate asking for rides. It's a bloody annoyance!

Oh, i'm also glad that my sister is alright, even though she buggered up my plans to use my dads car... gah! Gnat went to Vienna on a school trip, Oweeba is running around doing nothing over her break and I am sleep deprived and worried for my soccer tournament...
Until something, hopefully, much less exciting happens...

F.F