I feel like I have officially reached adulthood, because I am now a car owner. I am a car owner not just in name only, but the one who put down the down payment and will be making payments each month. Now I just need my apartment and to start my job, and I'll be a real bonafide adult. Crazy how one day you are a lowly college student, and the next (week) you are an actual adult who has car payments. I wish I could've realized a a freshman how quickly it does actually go by-- people aren't just shitting you and being annoying when they say it.
Aside from my pride at having a car, I have nothing else to say about it. I pretty much told my dad what I could afford each month, and he picked from there. I am a stereotypical girl who knows absolutely nothing about cars, nor do I care to, especially when I can have help. I should probably learn for the next time I need to get a car so I look less like an idiot, but I guess I have few years before I have to worry about that. For now, I'm set with my little two-door Honda Civic. Apparently these run well for years and get decent gas mileage, and that's all I was looking for. Pretty glad it looks good too, so many cars at the dealership were an ugly pale brown: old people cars. I can see myself