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My ear hurts. Like, a lot. Because it's all inflamed and sore and bad. And I hate it. And I want to die. Aaargh.
In other news...
Today mi padre and I took a car test-driving. And it's not the kind of car I ever thought I'd want...and yet I love it. It handles SO well...and it's cute in a weird 80's sort of way. It's a 1991 Plymouth Sundance...with plush red interior. It's so fun. I love the fact that the inside of the car is like "WHAM! WELCOME TO A WHOREHOUSE!"-burgundy. It's so very...me. The exterior of the car leaves something to be desired (chipped white paint...meh), but my dad promised me a full new paint job. And you know what? That car is getting painted either a bold, bright, school-spirit-y blue color (red and blue...haha) or a bold, bright, deep and gorgeous shade of PURPLE. Which would rock me in all sorts of ways. It would be like...the most pimptastical car of the millenium.
I drove up Mt. Rose highway until we were almost at the ski resort, then turned around and drove back down...that car handles like a dream, even around those tight little corners. It has an almost-new engine, almost-new breaks, AC and heater, and a nice stereo system. But the engine's not so new that the automatic transmission doesn't whine a little when you're attempting to kick it into second while roaring up a mountain. It's an endearing quirk. And plus, the engine actually roars. I feel powerful in that little car... Aiyiyi...
And did I mention that the inside is plush and BURGUNDY? Hahaha I'm in love.
I won't have it for a couple days at least...Matt and Carol (my dad's friends, who own it) are sorting out the deal with my parental units. But then...yes...that baby is mine. And that makes me 7 flavors of happy.
Okay, Desiree needs to get online so she can tell me what the assignment is for Busboom...because, yeah, I wasn't really paying attention today and so I missed that whole deal. Apparently our biographical thingy is due tomorrow? Mrmph.
Done now. I <3 my car. I want it here ASAP. AAAAH.
-KP
In other news...
Today mi padre and I took a car test-driving. And it's not the kind of car I ever thought I'd want...and yet I love it. It handles SO well...and it's cute in a weird 80's sort of way. It's a 1991 Plymouth Sundance...with plush red interior. It's so fun. I love the fact that the inside of the car is like "WHAM! WELCOME TO A WHOREHOUSE!"-burgundy. It's so very...me. The exterior of the car leaves something to be desired (chipped white paint...meh), but my dad promised me a full new paint job. And you know what? That car is getting painted either a bold, bright, school-spirit-y blue color (red and blue...haha) or a bold, bright, deep and gorgeous shade of PURPLE. Which would rock me in all sorts of ways. It would be like...the most pimptastical car of the millenium.
I drove up Mt. Rose highway until we were almost at the ski resort, then turned around and drove back down...that car handles like a dream, even around those tight little corners. It has an almost-new engine, almost-new breaks, AC and heater, and a nice stereo system. But the engine's not so new that the automatic transmission doesn't whine a little when you're attempting to kick it into second while roaring up a mountain. It's an endearing quirk. And plus, the engine actually roars. I feel powerful in that little car... Aiyiyi...
And did I mention that the inside is plush and BURGUNDY? Hahaha I'm in love.
I won't have it for a couple days at least...Matt and Carol (my dad's friends, who own it) are sorting out the deal with my parental units. But then...yes...that baby is mine. And that makes me 7 flavors of happy.
Okay, Desiree needs to get online so she can tell me what the assignment is for Busboom...because, yeah, I wasn't really paying attention today and so I missed that whole deal. Apparently our biographical thingy is due tomorrow? Mrmph.
Done now. I <3 my car. I want it here ASAP. AAAAH.
-KP