It's always been a goal of mine to blog while sipping coffee and listening to smooth jazz in a coffee house. Well, I'm doing it. I'm at Starbucks drinking an iced chai purchased by boyfriend, Dan Jones. But now he is stepping out to make a phone call so it's just you and me. And the employees of Strabucks Camby.
What I really need to discuss is the recent discovery of my dream car. For over a year, I've been drooling over 1990ish Volkswagen Cabriolets. They are hard to find. And even harder to find in reasonable condition. But one glorious spring day, driving home from Greenwood, a gorgeous red Cabrio named Karmin sat gleaming on the side of the road. Brakes! Swerve. I parked right next to her. Smiled really big. And have visited her everyday since. I beg my father on a daily basis to co-sign a loan so I can take her home. But the price isn't right so he is waiting.
I think about her all the time. She comes second to my boy. He has a 95 golf. We could be Volkswagen buddies. Wouldn't that be the cutest? I took him to see Karmin too. He really wants me to have her, I can tell. Even though she'll be way sexier than Veroonika (the mentioned golf), he will still be happy for my find.
Karmin is a five speed which is exciting. I learned the basics of driving a manual car from Dan Jones and Veroonika. But I can't wait to master it. I feel like girls driving five speeds are way cooler than those who drive an automatic.
If you were to look up this car or a car similar, you'll probably think uhh...what?! That's her dream car? Yes. Yes it is. And it will probably tell you a little about my personality.
Instead of blogging about this car, I should be applying for jobs or something. But I've applied everywhere I can think of. I left a job at target. Minimum wage. 15 hours a week. Not really what I was going for. But I wasn't going for unemployed either. Especially since I will be going to school in the fall, want to move out, and paying for a car and car insurance. It occurs to me that all of my problems could be solved by money. And they say money can't buy happiness. I'd sure be happy if I wasn't stressing about being broke all of the time.
I realize how pointless my blogging is. And for some reason, I don't care. I know for a fact that everyone wants to hear every little thought that pops into my head.
