I offer fair warning now. This rant may be long, and will most certainly be graphic with an R movie rating. You have been warned.
*Takes a deep breath, screws her eyes shut and her fists closed, opens her mouth and emits a piercing, heartwrenching and bloodcurdling scream of impotent rage* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGG
For those of you actually reading this and wondering at my suddenly bloodthirsty nature, I got pulled over yesterday on the way home... wait I should start from the begining. I was actually having a good day. Found out I had a solid A in math, 100% on our quiz Tuesday, an A in history and I was really feeling good about my psych quiz results yesterday. I'm really confident I got an A. So, despite having barely slept and about to begin PMS, I was feeling pretty good about life. I was even looking foreward to going home and finishing my homework in time for Stargate, or at least the new Alias last night.
My happiness was not to last. On the way home, just as I was hitting the home stretch, someone starts to tailgate me. Now I'm pretty annoyed by people who tail me and I tend to slow down to exactly the speed limit and force them to either pass or put up with it. This guy wasn't budging. In fact, he got so close at one point that I could see his face... at 55mph! I think it's safe to say, I was pretty nervous by this point. After all, there was plenty of room to pass me, no one on the road for at least a city block (why I didn't pull into the other lane, I'm still not sure). When I went to pull of the highway, I was relieved to be getting away from him, only to have him follow me! It was at this point that I noticed what I think (I still don't know if I was imagining things) were police lights. You know the kind that they have inside the car for undercover cops. Yes, he was that close, still. Anyway, I start really watching myself now, because aside from being kinda scared now, I was afraid of doing something wrong. By the time I got off the exit ramp and started home, I was starting to get a little annoyed though. He hadn't backed off, and he wasn't turning on his lights. I was basically thinking, 'Either back off, or pull me over already!' Finally, he backed off into the other lane, just as we started through a school zone. I started to relax as I stopped at the last traffic light before home. As I pulled through the light, I checked behind me to make sure he was still gone. Big mistake! I hadn't notice the bus stopped just after the light. No big there, but aparently every fucking person on both sides of the fucking road has to fucking stop for this fucking stupid bus that stopped in the stupidest fucking place on earth!!! Guess what I didn't fucking do?!? So, just as I notice the bus, guess what pulls up behind me? I didn't even realize that I'd done anything wrong at first. I was still being so careful about what I thought was a cop behind me. So I asked him, "What did I do?" He gives me this look like, "You've got to be kidding me!" and tells me. I of course procede to appologize profusely, but he doesn't care, because I'm not the first person to do this, just the first to be caught! And of course their fucking paychecks double in the fucking school zones, so he wasn't about to let me off with a warning. Forget the tiny fucking detail that I've never done it before! *Takes a deep breath* Anyway, I get the ticket and head home trying vainly to hold back tears. I think I was more embarrassed than anything at that point because I was so close to home, I just knew everyone in the neighborhood would hear about it. Anyway, I walk in the door, calmly set my things down and take of my coat... then procede to have an emotional breakdown, complete with bloodcurdling scream, hysterical sobbing and pounding of my fists against the floor (I couldn't find anything else that wouldn't break from the treatment). About an hour later, I managed to curl up into a ball on my futon with Legolas (thank you so much Nikki, he was a godsend!) and quiet down into a doze until Mom got home.
I actually felt much better after talking to her, she took it very calmly and told me everything would work out. After another hour talking to her I finally managed to get to my homework, but my great day was shot. Unfortunately I made the mistake of telling my father about it later instead of leaving it to Mom the next morning, so I got the disapointed, angry (though not necessarily at just me) silent treatment that made me cry again when I got back to my room. I have since fallen into a depression that I can't seem to shake, pulling me from frustrated anger to sniffly verge of tears.
*Sighs* I'm just so tired... just tired... I think I'm going to cheer myself up with a trip to the library on the way home. *Sigh*
Love and huggles all