zombette

i went to the bank as soon as i could this morning. i had to wait for my mother to finish running her errands before i could go down there because GOD FORBID i drive myself.
i spoke to one of the assistant managers on the phone while i was waiting for my ma. i assured myself that the president of the bank was indeed going to be there and that i would be able to speak with him.
so mom gets home. shes having a nervous breakdown. shes lost her purse.
skip to 45 minutes of her ranting and alternately blaming me and everything in her life... she finds the stupid thing in her closet on the floor. yeah. my mom.
so we drive to the bank. we speak to the president who is older than god but seemed all right. he listened to what i had to say. had NO answers to ANY of my questions, but said he was going to go to HIS bosses boss with this.
good news?
well, considering that on our way out of the bank, my mom made an illegal turn and slammed into a white minivan; totalling the entire back end of our car, i dont know.
sometimes i think im bad news to everyone who touches me. i had a fresh, hot cup of coffee in my hand. the impact was so hard that the coffee scalded me and my mom and my sunglasses actually flew off my face. i started ALMOST crying because i literally dont know how much more of this i can take.
and im supposed to get in a frame of mind to go to school in 2 hours.
fuck. me.
this has been a REEALLLY BAD WEEK.