I'm loving my new car. It's been in my name for a week and a half, but I've actually had it less than that. She had to go in the shop for a few days...I got the car on Thursday, and had issues with it on Friday. I was going to pick up a friend, and there's a killer sharp curve...It was really dark, there are no street lights near it, and I thought the road was wider than it actually was. Long story short, I went into a ditch. I got out right away and drove it the rest of the way (like a block, maybe 2) to my friend's. And found I was leaking transmission fluid. There was a metal water meter sticking out of the side of the ditch, and since my car is so freakin low to the ground, it bent the pan under my transmission...They got it fixed within 2 days, and it wasn't too expensive, so I didn't have to file it with my insurance, thank goodness! Of course, I'm a bit of a nervous wreck driving now...I'm afraid I'm gonna do something to screw up my car again... This weekend is Bocktoberfest. I'm so excited. My little bro and 4 of his friends are driving down for it. So I'll get to celebrate my birthday a couple days early with Jake and my favorite rock/alternative band Audioslave!!! I'm hoping my other favorite guy will go with me, but I won't really know anything until the last minute. I saw the movie "Waiting" yesterday. It was funny, really raunchy though. Saturday night I hung out at a friend's house for a little while. I left earlier than I intended because there was a little drunken drama, so I went to the club I always go to. I saw alot of people I knew, and danced alot, it was nice. Except for the girlie crap. My ex-fiancee was there. I noticed him while I was walking around, and just said "Hey" and kept going. He saw me, picked me up and gave me a big hug. Well, his fiancee/live-in-girlfriend/babymama (whatever she is now) decided this was cause to threaten to "kick [my] big white ass". I let it go, I didn't feel I did anything to deserve it, but I didn't want any trouble, so I put on my happiest face and told her congratulations and wished her luck with her pregnancy. She said "whatever bitch" and I walked away. And then her man got plastered because she told him not to. Wow, I'm prayin for this baby. What really hurt was one of my former best friends was there, and was right along with that girl, talking trash about me. I thought the only reason Kim and I stopped hanging out was because she moved, guess I was wrong. Girls suck. (no offense to any of you female readers, of course) Well, off to clean. My room's a pigsty, and we're going to have a house full of boys this weekend, I'd better get crackin! (Jake and his friends are spending Saturday night here after the fest)