Just your average Thursday...

We bought a car today. Don't take my nonchalant tone to be that of a spoiled brat with 3 (now 4 Bmw's to match my silver Fendi purses. I don't even own my own car cuz I share with my mom. But our family also had an elderly Ford, and my parents decided it would be a prudent investment to get a new car. Well, new to us. It's actually from 2002. But it still feels new to me. It was a really good price, for a car. But still a lot of money. My mom has had "buyer's remorse" all day today and it makes me really sad. The source of this distress? $$$. Those small symbols ruin everything. And I'm not so sure that having it is better than not having it.

Another one of my problems is: I get really attached to things. I like my current car. It's a silver Volvo S70 named Norbert Edward. He's the car I learned to drive on; am still learning to drive on. I just finally got my dad to let me put a couple stickers on it: Uconn; my college, Smith; my last name; a Danish flag for my heritage, and bone shaped magnet from sister with "I love my cairn terrier." He has scrape on his left bumper from when I backed up into my improv teacher's bug. He has a Mickey Mouse/Jack Sparrow antenna topper from disney world, sitting inside the compartment btwn the two front seats so I see it whenever I take my ipod out, but won't get lost or stolen being attached to an external part of the car. I finally got all the 6 buttons on the radio programmed to my favorite [classical music] stations. (Other music is hat the ipod is for. But Norbert is still older than Percy, the name my mom chose for the CR-V which I liked because of Percy Jackson. And they're just cars. So why am I feeling so sentimental?