What To Get, What To Get
I really need to get a new car this week. I can't keep that much money around because it's too tempting to spend on other things, and then I won't be able to get a new car. So, I have no idea what car to get. My poor car that got destroyed was a cerulean blue 2008 Audi S5 with everything in it. My parents bought it for me for Christmas because they "felt bad" about not helping me with paying for college. It's not that I wasn't thankful for their generous gift, but I honestly didn't really like the car. Besides the fact that it was cerulean blue (not a good color for a car in my opinion), it was a constant reminder of an argument I had with my parents.
Towards the end of my junior year, my parents kept becoming more and more worried that I wasn't going to be a doctor or lawyer. That was their thing. My mother is a doctor and my father is a lawyer. In fact, that's how they met. My dad pushed someone in court a little too far and he got punched in the face (some people take being caught lying under oath in a violent manner). The guy's ring making contact with my dad's face ended up with a trip to the hospital. My mom was the doctor in the ER that examined him and gave him stitches. The rest, as they say, is history.
That's why all of my brothers and sisters are either doctors or lawyers. My parents had no hesitation when it came to paying for all of my sibling's education. However, when it came to me, they weren't going to help. They made it very clear that fashion design was not the career I wanted. They told me that I wanted to be a doctor or a lawyer, not a fashion designer. They continued this until I got accepted into the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising at the beginning of my senior year. After that, they stopped talking to me. They didn't completely stop talking to me. We just weren't talking anymore than was necessary.
I was hurt, but I tried not to pay too much attention to it. When it was time to figure out how I was going to pay for school, I knew I was on my own. I don't mind paying for my own education. I just don't like that my parents gave me the "we'll pay for you're college only if you become either a lawyer or a doctor, other than that, we're not helping at all" option. it would've been nice if I had a little bit more enthusiasm from them. Of course, I applied for student loans (it was too late to apply for scholarships by the time it was time to start paying). I started working more and made dresses on the side whenever I could. After I took a few quarters off and kept working my ass off so I could pay for school, my parents finally realized I was serious about what I wanted to do.
That's why they bought me the car for Christmas. I was thankful, but it felt like a big slap on the face. They were willing to pay so much money for a car but hadn't wanted to help me with a single penny when it came to school because I was "studying the wrong thing". The car was their way of saying they accepted that I was studying fashion design, but they still weren't willing to help me with a single penny for school or anything related to school because I hadn't followed in their footsteps.
So, I was actually pretty relieved to find out that the car was unusable after the accident. No more constant reminder of my parents disappointment (and no more nice car in an ugly cerulean blue color). Now I've gotten enough money to give a $$$$$ down payment (of full payment, depending on what I get) for whatever car I chose. I have no idea what I want to get. I think I'm gonna work extra hard today to get as much of the prom dresses done today as I can so I can maybe go car shopping tomorrow (or at least test drive some of them until I figure out what I want).
Towards the end of my junior year, my parents kept becoming more and more worried that I wasn't going to be a doctor or lawyer. That was their thing. My mother is a doctor and my father is a lawyer. In fact, that's how they met. My dad pushed someone in court a little too far and he got punched in the face (some people take being caught lying under oath in a violent manner). The guy's ring making contact with my dad's face ended up with a trip to the hospital. My mom was the doctor in the ER that examined him and gave him stitches. The rest, as they say, is history.
That's why all of my brothers and sisters are either doctors or lawyers. My parents had no hesitation when it came to paying for all of my sibling's education. However, when it came to me, they weren't going to help. They made it very clear that fashion design was not the career I wanted. They told me that I wanted to be a doctor or a lawyer, not a fashion designer. They continued this until I got accepted into the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising at the beginning of my senior year. After that, they stopped talking to me. They didn't completely stop talking to me. We just weren't talking anymore than was necessary.
I was hurt, but I tried not to pay too much attention to it. When it was time to figure out how I was going to pay for school, I knew I was on my own. I don't mind paying for my own education. I just don't like that my parents gave me the "we'll pay for you're college only if you become either a lawyer or a doctor, other than that, we're not helping at all" option. it would've been nice if I had a little bit more enthusiasm from them. Of course, I applied for student loans (it was too late to apply for scholarships by the time it was time to start paying). I started working more and made dresses on the side whenever I could. After I took a few quarters off and kept working my ass off so I could pay for school, my parents finally realized I was serious about what I wanted to do.
That's why they bought me the car for Christmas. I was thankful, but it felt like a big slap on the face. They were willing to pay so much money for a car but hadn't wanted to help me with a single penny when it came to school because I was "studying the wrong thing". The car was their way of saying they accepted that I was studying fashion design, but they still weren't willing to help me with a single penny for school or anything related to school because I hadn't followed in their footsteps.
So, I was actually pretty relieved to find out that the car was unusable after the accident. No more constant reminder of my parents disappointment (and no more nice car in an ugly cerulean blue color). Now I've gotten enough money to give a $$$$$ down payment (of full payment, depending on what I get) for whatever car I chose. I have no idea what I want to get. I think I'm gonna work extra hard today to get as much of the prom dresses done today as I can so I can maybe go car shopping tomorrow (or at least test drive some of them until I figure out what I want).
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EMS737 on
I think women look sexy either a big diesel truck or a sports car but the thing is what do you like that is all that matters
Cavutto on
I saw this smokin' hot girl driving a comically large pick-up truck while licking a lollipop - it was awesome, but kinda weird at the same time. Like something out of a trashy redneck comic book that probably doesn't exist.
Oh, and I would get a Honda S2000 if I were you. Not too expensive if you get one a few years old, so you'll have some money leftover.
