Whatta weekend!

It started out normally enough... Chilled at work Friday hoping to get some homework done (I didn't). Shaun came and picked me up, we went and had supper with Andrea at El Patio, then we watched a movie. Shaun didn't stay up long enough to finish the movie (oh, but when I get up at 5:15 in the morning...) but right after it was done I went to bed. Saturday we went to the Cities where I spent WAAAY too much money. Had to get a new pair of nikes, though. The pair I have had since 10th grade finally crapped out on me. The air pockets now squeak because they popped on me. Bleck. After we got back we went to see Be Cool with Andrea at the Ghetto Theatre. It was a horrid movie. I really don't recommend it. Then yesterday we ate lunch at the Kernel and then played disc golf with Andrea again. Nick V and JP were both AWOL so they couldn't come with us. Then I did homework, went over to Nate's then I went home again and did homework while Shaun was still over there. At 10:30 I was thinking of going to bed and since Shaun didn't have any keys to get in and I knew I'd lay there worried about the damn door being unlocked and my sleeping I called Shaun to see if he was ready to come home. He told me to go get him, so I did. I was sitting at the stop sign waiting for traffic to stop long enough so I could get across Broadway. Looked in my rear-view mirror and saw a car coming up too rapidly. I saw the panic in their eyes. So I moved up a couple feet (there wasn't traffic in the near lane) but they still smacked me. CRACK! It sounded like I shouldn't have a bumper left. I called Shaun and told him to get here. They kinda started at my car in stupidity while I got out and waved at them. Boy, was I pissed. They backed up into the nearest parking lot and so did I. They got out and they were like "We're so sorry!" blah blah blah. I can't remember what I said, but they were like "We didn't mean to hit you." No shit sherlock. I don't know many people who deliberately hit other people's cars. Anyways, they had to back up and shine their headlights at my car (there wasn't anything wrong with their ROOMATE'S car as far as I could see... Oh, and did I mention that one was DEFINITLY underage and they were both drunk? {nice... driving drunk in their roomate's car}) and there was only paint scratches. I felt my bumper for cracks and didn't feel any. Shaun got there about then and got underneath and said my bumper mounts looked okay too. So, since there was nothing but a little traded paint I decided to let them off easy and not call the cops. They drove off. I was so upset I didn't think of making them call someone sober to drive them home. I wish I would have. They did give me 20 bucks, though. Which I guess is nice, but still. Dumb assses shouldn't be driving drunk. ESPECIALLY if you're under age. Ugh, my knees were shaking and the adrenaline was pumping. But I eventually got to go to sleep. And here I am today. At work, not doing my homework. :)