"Mur·phy's Law / ˈmərfēz/ a supposed law of nature, expressed...to the effect that anything that can go wrong will go wrong."
How true that is. In the last four days, I've been evacuated from my building during my Post-secondary class, seen two accidents (one of which was quite the nasty sight), been in an accident, worked three jobs at once during my school's solo and ensemble adjudicated event, lost my judge's copy for my solo in that event, found out that my dad's deployment has been extended so he may possibly miss my graduation, slipped on black ice going to my car, and locked my keys in my locker. Not in that order, by the way.
Well, the accident wasn't much of an accident, but it did scare the shiiiiiiiit out of me and my friend. We were just sitting at a red light at an intersection when my engine light flashed on. I was like, "Well, crap, I'm gonna have to pull over." So I hit the flashers and started driving when the light turned green, and then my engine started smoking. Badly. I thought my car was on fire. My friend and I freaked out, so as soon as I got into the nearest parking lot I threw it out of gear, turned it off, and we ran. Luckily, it wasn't on fire, but when I popped the hood, there was oil EVERYWHERE. My grandpa and my older brother think the head gasket is shot and that's why oil flew everywhere. But that could have ended badly. I mean, it could have blown up. It kinda puts all the other bad stuff that happened into perspective. But now I have to ride the bus to school. Lovely. D: