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So it snowed last night, and I hate driving on slick roads, I have little opportunity to and thus little to no experience. So I was bugging my parents to take me to class, they said I'd be fine. Off I go to class, when less then five, miles out of my driveway I hit a slick patch, panic and start sliding across the road. When he got there my dad said I must have looked at the ditch, because that's where I ended up. This is not true, I looked at the telephone pole, and thought "Oh God, I'm going to hit the telephone pole." Which I did, but not as badly as I thought I was going to. So I wind up sitting in the ditch pointing more or less back the way I came wondering where my glasses are, freaking out, because I can't see much of anything and my head feels like I hit it on something and people are just driving by behind me.
So after a panicked two minute search I called my mother in tears and spread the freaking out around. And then my dad came and got me and called a tow truck. As it turns out my car may or may not be totaled. Oh well.

"Uh oh"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"What?"

"'Uh oh'... What did you mean by 'Uh oh.'"

"... Nothing, don't worry about it."

"We're in the middle of nowhere with little water, no food, and a car in the middle of breaking down, and you don't think I should worry that you're saying 'Uhoh.'"

"..."

"Eleanor Grace Anderson, what did you mean by 'uh oh.'"

"We might have a problem, that's all."

"That's generally what 'uh oh' means. Could you possibly bring yourself to be anymore specific."

"God, you are so cranky, there's no need to get snippy, I'm stressing here too."

"Lenore."

"... We're almost out of gas, and there's a blue car a couple of switch backs back."

"Oh God, is it them?"

"You see? You see how you are? This is why I didn't want to tell you, you always over react. God Helen... I just saw it for a split second in the rear view. Just enough to note the color really. It's probably just some tourists or somebody headed to Red Rock or Ragweed."

"I am not over reacting, they've been chasing us for weeks and this is neither the time nor the place to be caught-"

"Ha! Gas station five miles ahead."

"Do we have time to stop? I mean if they're that close..."

"You can't see it because I'm watching the road, but I'm rolling my eyes over here."

"I am NOT paranoid... unjustifiably"

"Uh-huh. Can we stop at a motel tonight?"

"If we get rid of that blue car... Stop rolling your eyes"

"I wasn't!"

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Also with great thanks to Tia, I have a sketch of Helen and Eleanor which can be found at Link to DeviantArt

I am seriously out of energy for baking. I've been baking instead of shopping this year because I have little money, and I'm at the end of the baking tunnel, I have a pie, a gingerbread house and a batch of rolls left, and I have zero desire to get the mixer out and work. I seriously need to get them done today because I told my mother I'd do christmas dinner so she'd stop stressing, so I'm going to need the kitchen tomorrow.

Oh well, I'll start with the pie it's easiest. And if the gingerbread house comes out at all like my mental image I'll post pictures.

Merry Christmas all.

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So I throw to gether a Memoir for creative writing this moring, it takes less then an hour, and I'm not all that proud of it. I wrote two of the four peices that make it up this morning, so it's not like it's oging to be my best work ever.
Either the people in my class are much less harsh editors then I am or it's better tehn I thought it was. Go figure.

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I wasn't going to post anything until I had something to say, but the empty page was creeping me out.