How much does a thought about bricks weigh?

Random thought from a random mind. Life's been interesting this week, and by interesting I mean scariest-frigging-moment-of-my-life interesting. To make a long story short, I was in a minor car accident Monday night. I pulled out into a lane that I thought was empty, but wasn't. Nobody got hurt, no vehicles got damaged, except for some cracked plastic on our car's driver's side mirror. But...boy was I shell shocked. That's putting it mildly. Before I found out that there was no damage or injuries, I was terrified. My whole body was shaking, my eyes went and stayed wide...I didn't know what to do. After I talked with the other driver and then went back to school, I made it to the room and tried to call home several times. No one answered, but that was fine because by the time I got to the answering machine, I wasn't able to speak because I was crying so hard. I stopped before Becca got back from the library, but my nerves were still pretty frayed. The worst thing about it, I think, is that I can't say I'll be more careful when I drive now because I was being careful that night - I'm not sure if it's possible to be more careful. But anyway, like I said, life's been interesting this week.

On another, more pleasant (though not for me) note, my Graduation is coming up. To sum up my feelings on the matter, I don't want to go. I know I'm a valedictorian, and I know I'm graduating Summa Cum Laude, but - to put it bluntly - I didn't work hard to achieve either honor. I think I owe both honors equally to luck and to a profound ability to cram for exams. I guess what I'm saying is that: sure, I'm going to be honored, but I don't feel like I've earned either honor. Besides, I don't think it's worth it for almost my entire family to not only come to Raleigh to be at the graduation, but then to pay to stay in Raleigh, to buy a new outfit - and I am putting my foot down right now - there is no way in Hell that I will wear a dress or a skirt - If it's my effing graduation, then I'm wearing effing pants. Anyway, to sum up: I don't think it's worth it.