Car Accidents and Family Problems

I said I'd get around to retelling my car accident didn't I? Ok so it happend like a month ago but I've been busy. Or rather I've been lazy.

It was late sunday night/early monday morning at 1 am just 2 weeks after the beginning of my second semester of college. I was driving back from my girlfriends house late at night because I didn't want to leave and she didn't want me to leave, so I just ended up leaving really late at night. When I actually did get around to leaving I was surprisingly not very sleepy, actually if anything I was restless and antsy about the homework I had not yet completed and about my new job at Underground Graphics.
Another new thing was just two days earlier I had my tired rotated after my step father gave my car a once over when the air filter clogged up. He told me my tires needed to be rotated and thusly we did so. However on that night it proved to be more of a bad thing. That night on the 14 Freeway just before San Fernando I was driving behind "one" car on the whole freeway, and when I say behind I mean about 10-15 car lengths away, there was A lot of space on the road, I mean it "was" 1am. I'm driving along casually at about 70-80mph when I notice the car in front of me start to slow down, and so "I" slow down rather than just blowing around him like I usually do but because of my recent air filter problems I didn't want to risk a break down again. Then I start to notice this person infront of me is "really" slowing down, a lot, like "holy crap" slowing down, so I pressed a little harder on my own brakes. The problem with that was that since my tires had just been rotated the amount of road my front tires (which are my brakeing tires) could grab a lot more road than usual which caused my tires to just lock up and sent me out of control sliding. I slid a good distance across another lane and into the mountain side, where my, from my recollection, my car turned around in a 180 and then continued skidding till I hit two big boulders in the road (this part I can assume I hit them after seeing them on the road side when I walked out of the accident) which caused my car to flip entirely. I then slid on the roof of my car for about another 40 feet (again, I only remember that for sure because it's about 40 feet from those boulders to where my car stopped).
I don't know how long I was in the car for, it might have gotten out like right after I came to a stop, or I might have been knocked out for awhile and not know it. What I do know is that the next thing I remember is trying to get my seatbelt off upside down and cursing at it, then crawling out of my passenger side window (which I don't know how I fit out of without cutting my arms to shreds from all the glass considering I was wearing a short sleeve shirt). I can't say I know what happened after that either, I think I walked out to try to flag someone over to help me out, but I don't remember anyone actually pulling over, but when I turned around there were two cars pulled over and one of them was already on the phone calling for help and the other informed me that there was blood dripping down my face and handed me some tissues papers.
Now I don't know what transpired after that really, suffice to say a cop came down assessed that I wasn't drunk and all that fun stuff and let me make a call after donning some gloves to my family. I couldn't get ahold of my own family, so I called my girlfriend's house, got an answer and like that they were on their way to pick me up without even thinking twice. I still thank them for that. The Tow Truck took me and my car to a towing yard just off San Fernando, and somehow Anita made it to the towing yard at exactly the same time we did even though her house was like 10 times further away. She ran out to hold me and I was just glad to see someone I knew, apparently she was really worried about me since I was still bleeding and there was blood all over my shirt. I don't even remember the car ride back to her house... I remember"ish" getting to her house and being told to take a shower to see if I couldn't try and get the blood out of my hair and off my face. Then I recall falling asleep in Anita's bed.
Morning afterwards my family was already there at least I think they were.... I remember them being there, but I don't remember if they were there before I woke up or not... Leastways I went back home with a pounding headache and black eye that had developed over the night from where my glasses' frame had hit my eye.


Now on to current events or at least 5 day old events.... Anita's family is now really really "unhappy" with me... You see apparently Anita's plumbing system doesn't work as well as it should and some "evidence" came back up from. I was there with Anita after college on Thursday where we watched the rest of "Colorful" and maybe had some ninja stealth action stuff going on a bit before I left. Well when I went to the bathroom to flush away the condom and wrapper as I had done before apparently it didn't disappear for good. And after I left it had surfaced once again and Anita's mother saw it... which ensued that Anita was yelled at for hours all night and eventually it led to me being forbidden from stepping into that household ever again.
Now I love Anita too much to just let her family come between us, so I organized a planned kidnapping Sunday so she could come out to Palmdale so we could spend a day together like we had previously planned before all of that. I was hoping to just pick her up like at Jack-in-th-Box or something, not right from her house, but she told her parents where she was going and they told her to tell me to just pick her up from the house, which means they want to talk to me. Which is fine, I wanted to talk to, just I wanted to give them some cool off period ya know, or more time than that at least.
I didn't actually walk in the house though, in fact I didn't even cross the gates of her house, her father spoke to me from inside the gates and I preferred to have that hurdle of gate there incase I needed to run or something from his 22 year old son. But surprisingly to me, and maybe it was just me, he seemed more pissed off at the fact that we had sex in the house rather than the fact that we had sex period. Maybe it's better that way? or maybe I should just heed the fact that he explictly said he wanted to beat my ass?...

Either way things look ok for right now... except my college finals are due tomorrow... and this post in a way is a part of them, a part of the journal aspect at least.... course I have 3 OTHER essays to write beyond this.... so I'm going to go get on those right now....