Yay. Went over to Gramma and Grampa's last night for memorial day foodings. Stuffed my face like a starving ethiopian kid as soon as I walked in the door. Heh. Then Grampa hands me this adorable plush dog and says, "We got you a dog since you can't have dogs in your apartment." So he's adorable and I'm fawning over him and whatnot, and then someone says to look at his collar. There's a car key attached to it. I flip the fuck out.
"WHERE IS IT?!?!"
Go out back, and there's my very own white '95 Geo Metro sedan. So I go back inside to grab my permit and mom and I were off driving around Granite Falls. Heh! It's so goddamn nice. Totally clean interior. Drives so nicely. The only thing is that it has no radio or cd player or anything, but we might take the cd player out of the Summit and put it in my car. Gleeeee!
I named it Dr. Tran. Yussssss. And I'm looking into SERIOUSLY getting my license now that I have a car that won't break down every two seconds. Plus it gets like 35 mpg. It's glorious.
And just a side note: I'm not a spoiled brat, you guys. Grampa bought me this car with the money that he got for my Sentra. I just seriously wasn't expecting him to find me a new car so effing soon.
I'm heppeh.
Anyhow. Gotta go get dressed for workypoos.
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