I'm up at Penn State and I just got done with a meeting. For weeks I have been looking forward to bringing my car back up here. The only reason why its home is because it needs inspected first. So anyways, I come home and I notice my dad left me a voicemail. I call him back and he tells me he got good and bad news. I want bad news of course. He told me that someone did a hit and run on my car and the driver side door is really messed up. I don't think I have ever been so angry... well.. I lied.. I have. Seriously though, its such a horrible feeling. Then the good news. He told me that the cops might know who it is. Not too great of news so it kinda left me hangin. Oh well.. I'm enjoying a nice mix drink and playing some Final Fantasy 3... there really isn't anything I can do about it.