Kristina’s Weekend From HELL!
I know this isn’t my personal blog, but something so friggin’ terrifying happened today, and I felt like venting about it, so forgive me in advance. It was raining here in Raleigh, and I was on my way back to my dorm from Durham after going to a volunteer session concerning the Full Frame Film Festival, the biggest documentary film fest on the East Coast. I was planning on volunteering and sending in some reviews for you guys(not to mention the fact that Joan Allen is gonna be there, and I want to nerd out to her over how great the Bourne flick are). I turned off on my exit and started to decrease my speed, the road was slick from rain…take a wild guess as to what happened next. The car hydroplaned and started to SPIN AROUND like crazy. I held on to the wheel for dear life and pressed the brakes. Thank goodness, all that happened was my front right tire slammed pretty hard against the concrete on the side of the road. My hubcap came off, and the alignment on my car is off, but other than that, the car wasn’t totaled and I’m okay. Scared the holy HELL out of me, though. I was shaking so badly I could barely pick up my cell phone to call my mom and tell her what happened. As it stands, I am car-less at least for the next few days, and if I don’t get the car fixed by next weekend, I might not be able to volunteer for the festival. Which sucks. HARD. Keep you posted…
8 Responses to “Kristina’s Weekend From HELL!”
Quentin Tarantino, meanwhile, was off to the side of the road filming the whole ****ing thing for DEATH PROOF 2!!!
Seriously though, I hope you’re okay Kris!
I’m thinking of you!
I’m okay. It just scared me shitless. Now that I think about it, I’m pretty damn proud that I managed to keep the thing under control enough that it didn’t flip over. Maybe I should be a stunt driver
You can “drive” my “car” any time Kris!
By ‘drive’ I, of course, mean “have sex with” and by ‘car’ I undoubtedly mean “penis”!
Keep it in mind!
Same thing happened to me today, except the ground wasn’t slick at all, bone dry. I came off the freeway a little hot. There’s a reason my friends don’t like to drive with me.
Sheesh Grundy, that shit’s contagious, huh? Glad you didn’t get hurt.
And it’s official. My car won’t be ready for the weekend, so I can’t go, which sucks. However, my friend Charlie went to the opening night documentary. Joan Allen was there in person, and he put me on the phone with her for half a minute. She was very nice. It’s been a weird week. First I screw up my car. Then on Monday Chelsea Clinton came to my college to campaign for her mom, and I got to meet her(she’s tiny as hell in person). Then I get to talk to Joan Allen on the phone.
Well, I figured out what my Hobo name would be and accused someone as being a wizard and threatened to burn them. Our lives are so alike.
I’m off to watch The Mist in black & white.
I would give my left leg to bang the **** out of Joan Allen!
Seriously!
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