the Dalaverse

So twenty-four hours ago, I would've had a really good outlook on the state of the Dala. I moved out of my parents' house last weekend, into a two-bedroom apartment with tricksterquinn. It's close to where we work, cute as a button, with decent rent. We also had a bunch of people to help us with the move last Saturday so it went pretty smoothly (although I still have about a dozen boxes of books to transport. Seriously, I possess SO MANY BOOKS OMG). I have a new bed (my first new bed since I was a toddler), a new Ikea desk that I built all by myself (in pine, although I might've been tempted by the red one if they'd had it), a ridiculous amount of closet space (I plan to use one closet just for my American Girl dolls and their copious shit, is what I'm saying), the first real comforter set I've ever bought (the blue one), a much easier commute to work since I now live south of everywhere I need to, and a kickass roommate. Aside from the lack of Internet and TV, it was a pretty bitchin' week.

Then I got into a car accident last night.

I was leaving my development, heading back to Gburg to meet up with everybody for the annual Markoff's Haunted Forest expedition. It was dusk, it was raining, and I didn't look closely enough before I pulled out into a left turn. A girl in a navy Sonata was coming up on my left, closer and faster than I'd thought, and she hit me in the back driver's side. The wheel was all crunched up and made a horrible sound scraping over the asphalt, but I managed to get the car off the road into a parking lot. I saw that the other girl hadn't gotten out of her car and her airbag had deployed, and that was when I sarted to freak out. A nice guy pulled over and called the cops; they got there seriously within two minutes, and then an ambulance and a firetruck showed up.

So I was sitting in my car, freaking the fuck out and sobbing into my sleeve. I called my dad to come get me, one of the officers got my info, and a very nice (and attractive, which helped to distract me from the panic) EMT came over to make sure I was okay. He could tell I was mostly upset because I was worried about the other girl, who was being put on a stretcher, and said that she didn't appear to have any serious injuries - I calmed down somewhat after that. However, my mother's tin ear for comfort did not help. First she called while I was on the phone with Geico, and left a message that went like this: "Hey [Dala], your dad called and said you were in an accident - I hope the car is okay, and you're okay." Yes, she actually asked about the car first. They own the car, and it is under their insurance still, but I don't consider that any excuse. I called her back and tried to calmly explain what had happened, but I started to lose my shit again. She apologized for sounding like that in the message, but THEN she said, "Don't cry! Did you cry in front of the rescue guys?" I...did not even have a response to this, except for WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU, I AM UPSET, I AM CRYING, I DO NOT CARE WHO SEES.

Anyway. Eventually the officer came over and gave me a citation, because it was my fault. Dad got there, and the tow truck got there, and they took my car off while my dad expressed doubt that they'd be able to fix it which is something I'm choosing not to think about right now, along with the rise in car insurance costs this is likely to cause.

It wasn't a bad accident - no one was seriously injured (later last night, Mom pointed out "Well, the other girl could have had internal bleeding" which was NOT HELPFUL, MOTHER) and it was just our two cars. But it was really scary. The only other accident I've had was a minor fender-bender in rush hour traffic.

I'm mostly okay this morning. My shoulders and back are sore, my chest hurts a little from the seatbelt, and my bad knee's twinging a bit but it could certainly have been worse. I think I will spend this weekend doing absolutely nothing and maybe take a sick day on Monday.