Hrrmmm
Well.
Good things about today: I've convinced my brother to go with me to see Mission Impossible 954380: Jeremy Renner's Hot Ass, sooooooo. There's that.
Shit things about today: ...okay this is just weird, and I think I need to write it out to figure out if I'm actually a crazy person.
So my parents are buying me a car.
WHAAAAT, you say, HOW IS THIS A SHIT THING? DO YOU KNOW WHAT I WOULD GIVE etc. Which. Yeah, you have a fair point. It's a car. It's not a fancy car, or a particularly nice car, it's a red Subaru Loyale and apparently there's rust and it's 21 years old, but the mileage is good and it's a CAR. Which they are buying me. So.
But, um. And I just found out this morning, when this happened:
Bro: There's something wrong with your car. It's hilarious.
Me: What the fuck? Just tell me.
Bro: No, it's too good. Okay. *holds up five fingers*
Me: ...It's got five wheels?
Bro: No. It's, well, okay, when you're out plowing a field or something, that's called ____ labor.
Me: Hard labor? Tough labor? Physical labor? Come one, dude, I don't know anything about cars--
Bro: No, no, listen, if you want to learn how to do something you might read a...
Me: Manual. Oh fuck it's a stick.
Bro: AHAHAHAHAHAHA.
It's a stick shift. It's a stick shift! I don't know how to drive stick! The one and only time I tried I backed over a fence post, I'm not a good enough driver to be able to think about shifting gears while I'm driving, this is not a good idea, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. I don't know if it's because I'm just working myself up into a fit, or if it's the plague, or the god damn Civil Wars cd I'm listening to, but I actually just choked up a little bit. Fuuuuuuck.
Am I a horrible daughter if I say I don't want the car? I kind of--I kind of already have a car, though it's not exclusively mine. It's a big ol' possum van type of thing, and it's an automatic, and kind of a gas guzzler, but what the hell isn't these days? Fuck.
...I still don't understand what the five fingers meant.
....I was going to name it Watson because it's a Loyale. ;___;
Good things about today: I've convinced my brother to go with me to see Mission Impossible 954380: Jeremy Renner's Hot Ass, sooooooo. There's that.
Shit things about today: ...okay this is just weird, and I think I need to write it out to figure out if I'm actually a crazy person.
So my parents are buying me a car.
WHAAAAT, you say, HOW IS THIS A SHIT THING? DO YOU KNOW WHAT I WOULD GIVE etc. Which. Yeah, you have a fair point. It's a car. It's not a fancy car, or a particularly nice car, it's a red Subaru Loyale and apparently there's rust and it's 21 years old, but the mileage is good and it's a CAR. Which they are buying me. So.
But, um. And I just found out this morning, when this happened:
Bro: There's something wrong with your car. It's hilarious.
Me: What the fuck? Just tell me.
Bro: No, it's too good. Okay. *holds up five fingers*
Me: ...It's got five wheels?
Bro: No. It's, well, okay, when you're out plowing a field or something, that's called ____ labor.
Me: Hard labor? Tough labor? Physical labor? Come one, dude, I don't know anything about cars--
Bro: No, no, listen, if you want to learn how to do something you might read a...
Me: Manual. Oh fuck it's a stick.
Bro: AHAHAHAHAHAHA.
It's a stick shift. It's a stick shift! I don't know how to drive stick! The one and only time I tried I backed over a fence post, I'm not a good enough driver to be able to think about shifting gears while I'm driving, this is not a good idea, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. I don't know if it's because I'm just working myself up into a fit, or if it's the plague, or the god damn Civil Wars cd I'm listening to, but I actually just choked up a little bit. Fuuuuuuck.
Am I a horrible daughter if I say I don't want the car? I kind of--I kind of already have a car, though it's not exclusively mine. It's a big ol' possum van type of thing, and it's an automatic, and kind of a gas guzzler, but what the hell isn't these days? Fuck.
...I still don't understand what the five fingers meant.
....I was going to name it Watson because it's a Loyale. ;___;