Bah, I don't know what it is with this country, but every time I go to a store to buy some clothes all the small sizes are nowhere to be found. The racks in the store were completely packed with large, extra large and extra extra large sizes. When I mentioned it to the girl at the counter she said she knew, but there was not much she could do about it. The small sizes are always the first to go, she told me.

Today was an exciting today, but not in a good way. I was in my first car accident today. No worries, nobody got hurt. I pulled out a parking space at the supermarket and hit the car next to me. There were a couple of kids hanging around in front of the car and while I was getting in the car I remember telling myself: "Don't give them any reason to make fun of you." Insecurities are so much fun, aren't they? Of course then I nudged the door of the car next to me and then they laughed their ass off.

Grmbl.

They told me to just pull away, without leaving a note. Stupid kids. When me and my mom were searching for some paper and a pen to leave a note, the owner of the car walked out of the supermarket. Thank god he was a relaxed guy. Of course he wasn't very happy, but he only spent a couple of seconds looking at the damage before he went inside his car to find his insurance papers.

I left my mom to fill out the paperwork while I drove back to our house to dump the groceries. Then I drove back to the supermarket, but they were nowhere to be found. So I drove back home again to find out my mom and the guy drove to his house, because he also had groceries that needed a fridge (d'oh!!). My mom walked back to the supermarket and that's where I picked her up and then we drove to the guy's house to finish filling out the paperwork.

The paperwork, ah yes, the paperwork. I had to call the insurance people to find out a couple of things about my dad's insurance policy. My mom ended up driving back to our house to look for our policy. So I was left alone with the guy who's car I'd hit for ten minutes. It wasn't too bad. Just the usual small talk really. He told me his wife had an accident with his car and he had to drive it to the garage to fix a broken mirror anyway. That made me feel a little bit better.

When we were finally home I had to file a report with the insurance people, which was also pretty fun. The lady on the other end of the phone line was very professional though and it ended up being a pretty amusing conversation. Our car wasn't damaged and as it turns out there aren't any financial consequences for me or my parents as of yet. Hopefully everything is covered by their insurance.

At least I'll know what to do the next time I have an accident, which hopefully, will be many many years from now.

Then there's also some news on my new digital camera. Both mine and my roommate's camera apparently did arrive at the post office, but disappeared after that. So either someone at the post office stole them or they were misplaced. Anyway, my roommate told me the post office people were going to investigate the matter. Hopefully they’ll turn up. My roommate is giving me my money back for the time being.