Another accident

Two blog posts in one day. Must be a record.
But, I needed to vent, and my journal's too far away: I'm lazy, as well all have already noted.

I put a dent into someone's car yesterday, backing out of the driveway. Problem is, we didn't change information, I didn't tell my parents, and it's phone tag between my mom and the girl who's car I dented thus far.
I honestly didn't think this would be a big deal...But apparently it is.
Another problem: I don't think either of us have ever been put into this kind of situation, so she didn't know what to do and I didn't know what to do. So that's why we didn't exchange information. At least, I'm hoping this is the reason.
Now I feel terrible, because my parents are disappointed in me, again, which sucks because I'm Asian and Asian disappointment is like an invisible slap in the face. Or a round-house kick, whichever you think is worse. I think either, because I've only ever been spanked as a child, and I'm sure it would hurt like a mofo.
I didn't start crying until I buckled down and began reading my Statistics textbook, which I hoped wouldn't happen...the crying part, not the reading my textbook part. It's good that I'm reading, because I'm about 10 chapters behind; the course is boring as hell. I'm digressing: I'm freaking out once again, checking my bank account for money that isn't going to appear any time soon (or so it seems: I'm waiting for money from StudentAid BC to come in, which hasn't so far), going on Facebook and trying to figure out anything about the person who says she owns the car (she's a friend of the neighbour's, which is awkward), and now this.
In all honesty, I was hoping she wouldn't contact me, so I wouldn't have to worry about it. But now, hah, I have to worry about it. I guess she talked to her parents too, to figure out what to do, and now she is going to have to talk to my parents because I don't own any of the cars that we drive.
Sometimes I wish I had my own car, just so I could take responsibility for the accidents I've been in already, but the likelihood of that happening anytime soon is below zero.
I've also thought about not driving for a year or so, and getting my full license in two years instead of getting it this year (because, technically, I could book an appointment now for my full license exam).

OK, I had to go for half an hour or so: my mom just explained to me what happens when I get into an accident and what I need to do. It all makes sense, and now I know what to do...I just need to remember it all.
Basically, it all just boils down to calling 911 (if me or other person(s) involved is injured), getting the other person's information (driver's license number, model and make of the car, and telephone number), giving my information to the other person, and calling the insurance company. Simple enough, right? I should hope so.

Anyway, I'm out for the night. Hopefully I'll finish the chapter to my Statistics book...

Love.